Sometimes Paper...

Sometimes paper

Is the kindest of strangers

Easy to talk to

No judgment, no guile

Patient companion

It never stops listening

Here we can pour our

Our tear and our smile

Sometimes paper

Is thought’s finest option

Sirens of schedule and

Living are loud

Whisper of wishes

And heart-held ambitions

Seems to be drowned in

Life’s everyday crowd

I’ve heard the heartbeat

Of midnight and strangers

Ink-spilled confession

And penned poetry

Sometimes the silence

Of thought-rendered ocean

Helps us relinquish

What never can be

Sometimes paper

Is thought's sacred soulmate

Patient confidant,

Listening long

I've felt the rush

Of  farewell fill its pages

Only to feel you

Back where you belong...

© Janet~