Paper Boat >
Deep arbour of broken lines, the chalky, temporal view. Our beginnings echo across the shale, a dishevelled, sandy plume. Pebbles of time and shards of hope, tumble down the dunes. Nested creatures of silent love, are collecting in the ruins. Take a life, this moment, wash it dark and clean. Each lick of salty water, a taste of broken dreams. But through narcotic spectre, there floats a paper boat. In foundling waters deep, my love, brimming full of hope.