Friday, January 16, 2009

Other paper boat



Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.

In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.

I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.

I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.

I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails.

I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!

When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.

The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams.

Rabindranath Tagore

3 comments:

Gwen Buchanan said...

I'm waiting for these little boats to wash ashore on the Bay of Fundy..

Lovely poem...

Jessie Lilac said...

Lovely words and picture! This must have been so inspiring for you :)x

Jackie Morris said...

If I had been fortunate enough to find this at the beginning of the book then it would have been a whole lot easier. But I find it now, and maybe, I hope, it will be better book for having been a harder road to walk at times. Only about a day left to go on the inside spreads.
Mermaids have very, very long hair.