look what he brought back,
tiding over the waves,
hands filled with briny waters,
made the salts look like honey..
Me and the paperboat,
like one of the many letters i wrote,
to the clouds.
As rain would come finding my whereabouts
it would be welcomed with folded paper,
perfected angles and pulled up sides,
shaping it for a long ride,
along the roadside streams,
after all showers had came selling dreams.
As the hands would release the boat,
emotions would swing amid,
pendulum of confidence that it would sail smooth,
and hope that it would remain afloat.
Happiness was if it sailed till my eyes could see,
me and the paperboat made so many memories
Sat on the same bench
Left the corridors together
They relive the same memories, but in different worlds