she fashions planes
and from the heights
she lets them go

Each one of them, she has written wishes on
each one she releases is another dream
she sings in whispers
not knowing where they will land

Her make up is all a running
she is burning up with grief
each fold of paper
is hope and release

Her fearless tears
her reddening eyes
all her hopes are here
in paper planes falling from the skies


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris