Where the paper people With paper hearts Live.

When the sky is blue
And the sun is blazing,
A Dandelion floats through the wind
and goes to places
It had never imagined.
It turns into a string
that strectches into infinity
And sees all the Galaxies
explode into breathtaking colors.
And then,
It turns into a milky cappuccino,
Floating in orbs of
Two chocolate eyes.
They melt into the laughter,
Of the meaningless conversations,
Can words run out?
Two paper lanters floating
In the dark night.
Parting their ways to live in
different places,
A hollow seat beside someone,
A memory occupying it.
They say,
When you wish for someone
to be there when you are happy,
They have already become,
Family.
A feather from the wings of an
Angel falls,
Echoing through
the dark places of the Fallen.
You long for a home you never knew,
And a golden light burns
The Demons.
A lone Boat,
Treading in cold seas,
Broken but complete,
Damaged but happy,
Calm through the Tempest
The Survivor
After the fearsome War.
Strange Things
Snap the world in two,
Weave them together
Through Oblivion.
Even with the red string broken,
Why does heart keep on thrumming?
Pieces of dreams
Clad in reality.
Two horizons meet and the stars collide.
A lost memory kept
Hidden,
Into the old blue jeans.
Someday to stumble upon
each other.
Near the sea,
Where the paper people
With paper hearts
Live.