On the edge I stand br Constructing paper airplanes br Crisp clean fresh sheets br Free of any dark remark br Regrets, recriminations br Would only weigh them down br br Hope the force that lifts br Fate determines course br Urged by gentle thoughts br Love or luck sees them across br br Dove gray morning moments br Whispering pink dawns br Busy blue-sky days br Shouting orange sunsets br My thoughts sail out toward you br br Whether under full faced Moon br Or tiny silver slivered smile br Moonlit, Moonless br Starlit, Starless, br Paper planes I launch br br Hoping you might walk br The chasms edge and find br Crumpled gliders therebr br Mary Havranbr br