Paper Wings and Bandaged Dolls
In pews of pine, where harmonies ascend, Our youthful voices intertwined, transcend. Your eyes, twin sapphires, caught my whispered glance, A nurse's touch, a pilot's daring chance. We carved our dreams in summer's dappled light, Your bandaged dolls, my paper wings in flight. I'd soar the clouds, you'd mend the world's despair, Two fragile stars, a whispered, destined pair. Then life unwound, a twisting, tangled skein, My silver wings took me through sun and rain. Foreign skies, a blur of endless blue, While you, dear heart, in white, a vision true. One sterile day, beneath the doctor's sign, My pulse quickened, your name, a whispered chime. White coat and chart, a stethoscope's soft sigh, But patients filled the silence, dreams could not fly. Stolen glances, fleeting smiles between, A brush with fate, a bittersweet unseen. The doctor's call, a hurried, harried beat, Just time for one last smile, bittersweet. Now taxi lights pai...