Trace this thread
and come back to me
because darling we've come too far
crossing all these galaxies.
Lace your fingers through mine
and we'll walk along these stars.
We can balance on this rope
that leads from where we are
from one life to another.
Darling, look and see
how we've come so far.
Our twisting paths
are intertwining destinies.
We're a soul for a soul
created from stardust to twirl and dance for eternity.
A Thousand Paper Cranes. by fallenraen, literature
Literature
A Thousand Paper Cranes.
Paper enclosed with memories,
folded carefully to give them wings,
I'll hang these creatures from the ceiling
in between lights that will give them life.
Spilling out from my room,
into a hall barren
aside from a lonely picture or two,
these birds will fly
even if they can't reach the sky.
How easy is it to imagine,
these thousand paper cranes,
abandoning the strings that bind them
and flooding from a house
with the sound of their wings brushing everything?
A thousand paper cranes
I'll begin to fold and hang from my ceiling.
A thousand paper cranes
to come to life and grant me a wish
that can only be imagined themselves if they were real.
Would you paint me a picture of by fallenraen, literature
Literature
Would you paint me a picture of
the evening sky,
to show me how it is
through your eyes?
Are there hues of warm colors
or is it simply cold clashing with warm
in a display of blue against orange?
Would you paint me a picture of your morning
and would it be the same as your evening,
or would you pick out something as simple
as your first cup of coffee or tea?
Whether painted in colors,
in your words spilled across a page,
or over my ears;
I want to know you between the times of sunrise
and sunset
right before you fall asleep.
And if one night you can't sleep,
would you paint me a picture of your night
when you're staring at your wall or the moon
and show me what colors t
Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflie
A step off the edge
a plummet from the cliff,
a crash into the ocean.
I closed my eyes,
not because I was afraid of the height,
but because you'd be the water
to catch me.