papercrane [take 1]

I made a pair of paper cranes
At her dining room table
With fragile paper wings
And breaking beaks

I made a pair of paper cranes
At her dining room table
In the middle of winter
Where the snow fell hard
And the wind blew strong

I made a pair of paper cranes
At her dining room table
Surrounded by pieces of patterned paper
Bright purples and fresh blues
And with worn fingers,
Following her [simple] directions,

I made a pair of paper cranes
At her dining room table

I took the paper cranes
Off the polished wood
Perched it on my palm

I took the paper cranes
Up the winding staircase,
Covered it with my hand

I took the paper cranes
Into our room
Onto the bedside shelf

I took the paper cranes
To put them in my suitcase
And carry them back home

My paper crane
Rode inside my bad
That Night

Your paper crane
Rode alongside me
That Night

My paper crane sits
On my dresser
Atop a pile of fashion magazines
Vogue, Galmour, ELLE

Your paper crane sticks
On your bulletin board
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I wonder when
Our paper cranes
Will meet again
Will sit together

I wonder when
Our paper cranes
Will take flight again
Will escape together

I'll keep making us pairs of paper cranes
Until one day we grow our own paper wings

I'll keep,
I'll keep,
I'll keep

I'll keep making us pairs of paper cranes
Until one day we meet beak to beak

Promise me that you'll be around
To life me up above the trees
To carry me on top of the clouds

And I'll do the same, and I'll do the same.

Promise me that even if
Our patterns are faded
Promise me that even if
Our colors are worn

We'll keep,
We'll keep,
We'll keep ...