Little Paper Boats

Quietly sleeping, awake into dreams.
Window blows open.
Moonlight spills in.

The man whose face I knew not
Descended with the clouds
Past the mirror
To the soul.

Sadness rolls over
With the stone of the tomb.

Little paper boats carry tiredness
Away down the river of the sky
No more is that vision.
Through chambers of my mind
Joy dances
Like moonbeams on eyelashes, whilst
Echoes of memory
Dissolve into silence