Pine tops catch the evening glow
Telephone wires humming low
A white dart folds from small hands
Lifts above the shadowed lands
Paper signal cuts the dusk
White wing flashes through the hush
No lamp required no oil flame
Just a fold that finds its aim
Thumb and forefinger pinch the crease
Wind reads what the paper speaks
Telephone poles stand watch like masts
Counting seconds counting casts
Paper signal cuts the dusk
White wing flashes through the hush
No lamp required no oil flame
Just a fold that finds its aim
Thirty years I kept the light
Through winter gale and summer night
Now I watch a paper plane
Catch the glow like sun on rain
Wires sing a steady tune
Pines exhale beneath the moon
Child runs out to claim the prize
Keeper smiles with sea worn eyes
Night accepts the small surprise
Found the plane in pine needle bed
Tucked the thought inside my head
Threw it hard toward the wire line
Watched it catch a hidden sign
Paper signal cuts the dusk
White wing flashes through the hush
No lamp required no oil flame
Just a fold that finds its aim
Light keeps moving that's the way
Be it lamp or paper play
Poles stand tall like lighthouse rows
Guiding what the night knows
Paper signal cuts the dusk
White wing flashes through the hush
No lamp required no oil flame
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