but i cannot wait forever, don't take to long.
you said you were going to put a lasso around the sun and pull it down.
replace it with the glowing moon and kiss her gently beneath it.
but i cannot hang under the moon, for the wind does not blow at night.
that is the time where life is still,
and movement is few.
because they will be asleep under a ceiling of stars.
i know you wont admit this,
but i am just another paper crane.
sitting among the pile of previously folded friends.
we sit on your dresser,
and i see you hang notes for her in trees so strong,
on branches so thick,
beneath the sun.
won't you hang me, dear?
punch a small hole through my neck,
and pull through a strand of your thinnest string.
tie it next to your love notes to her.
double knot it, so i won't fly away.
but no worries, because if i do,
if i do so graciously fly free from your thread,
you will find me returning to you.
but before i do so,
i will land on her shoulder.
kiss her cheek,
beneath the moon.
