in the quiet of the dark night, dreams drift away, like paper boats lost in a gentle sway.
once they danced on the waves of desire,
now they float aimless, dimming their fire.
hearts wrapped in quiescence, love pushed aside, chasing shadows where true hopes die.
with every tear that falls like the rain,
they slip through fingers, leaving only pain.
paper boats,
paper boats,
paper boats.
By Lisa Grisly Miller
