Paper Airplanes

I can’t remember the last time
I made a paper airplane.
Do you remember how they each flew differently
but were folded the same?
Each crease of our imagination,
when it flew, we would watch with fascination.
Weighed down by too many thoughts and prayer,
I question why it never goes anywhere.
But when a friend makes one
and I see it fly,
I can’t help but smile and give it another try.


Inspired by a great guy and writer, Antony! Keep up with the poetic mischief brother!

Uncharted Course

When the boatman’s bell tolls
I must answer the call.
The crew, one by one, crossing that brow alone.
The colors of constellations
will remain at half-mast for now.
With an uncharted course set,
a prayer will be enough to help guide us out.
Where we are going
no angels will greet us.
Instead,
we will be welcomed by the songs of sirens
behind a veil of salt spray.
With Poseidon’s back turned,
I can enjoy one last affair with the sea.
Carrying only her scent,
I can set off to another foreign shore,
calling it home.