Paper Cranes

lights crack, breezes of salt drown the eyes Toss heads of dye, howls collide, the waves still Pacing the wharf, glances leer throughout, giants tear through the skies Decrepit soul, thirst of white, it is a race to uphill To a place of barren dreams, no ink to spare Quakes crash, again, again, I'm awake, no... , you won't reach it A man, drifting across time, ill words blurred with satire Forget it, once more, once more, it has a form, no..., you can't face it Turmoil, a fading beating, repressed a voice that will vanish Never did you look up, there you were, as always, folding cranes An old hat, lips staggering, that face is no more, a life that will vanquish Detached farewells, fractured, as you diverge leaving your bygones Dazed, as you keep stumbling, cries drowned in clamor, a mind looped in trance You... mute as sights follow, a mind frenzied in silence