Paper Wings

The rain pelts on the glass

and I am moving with the trees.

Melting with the sunset,

I paint hearts on the in-between.

There is a lullaby in my ears

and a reading light in my peripheral.

From my shadowed corner

I can watch happily invisible.

Warmth burrows under my sleeves

as I rest my head against the cold.

I hope that I will never arrive and

leave this nook of a home.

-A.J