I'm more than ready to embark on my paper plane
for ransacking the galaxies,
plucking the stars, and
embroidering them on your eye-lashes...
Tomorrow I'll set sail in my paper boat
for stealing the glittering sands,
filling up my pockets,
I'll be there for rainbowing your garden-croft you plant with care...
I'll make the woods jealous of me by rejecting the arrogance of the wild roses
blossomed in their native virginity there;
instead, the paper flowers I'll make for you and
on them spray the perfume I carry
in the un-shed, un-spilt bucket of my love...
I am ready!