Origami

Fragile.
As a paper swan
Gliding o’er a pool of crystal
Glistening in near-darkness –
Waiting,

Regretful
For another man’s sorrow –
Tears in the darkness,
Invisible,
But not silent.

Chill and eerie
Is the eve –
Colder still, the night:
The night which falls
As water.

Crashing, bubbling,
The tide of darkness, ever descending
And you are drowning
Beneath the stars –
Under.

To be tossed by thund’rous oceans
As a paper boat
By the hand of a child,
Discarded
Upon the stream

Forgotten?


SJL: 1st June, 2003