Concrete Sailboats and Paper Planes

Last night while staring at the beauty of our galaxy I cried over spilt milk
Life written as the tail of a white phoenix formed when black holes choose to exhale for a change.
In the morning you stood at the door
Clouds standing over your shoulder
Confident sculptures of stone and acid
Blocking the prayers I tied to lead balloons 
You lead me outside
Look me in the eye and say, "it's odd, how tears are synonymous with pain so when
somebody asks, 'what's wrong' and you reply by stating that, some times, the world is just so beautiful, they always dismiss you as crazy".
In that moment a tear bloomed from the corner of your eye like food coloring in water
Just close enough for you to grasp a piece and press it into your palm to form a page on which you list everything you've ever cried over
Fold it
Then send it to the wind as a paper plane
Knowing that it's your hardships which formed you but you can't let the fears they induce define you.
We sat upon the deck of a concrete sailboat
Left the canvas of the sails white because you love the way innocence looks in the sun.
You reached into your pocket and in your hand bore a soul
White like magnesium on fire
Within you could see children freshly painted in ash
Kicking up dust clouds at their heals as if to tell you each footprint is the remnants of what once was the most pivotal moment of your life.
That day we sat in silence until the sun bowed its head to the ovation of scissors cutting the sail into a dress. Tailored for you to dance with me amidst the ivy robed buildings at the end of days
And you say that within all of this peace there is still a record that will play metal if you ask it to.
We found petrified trees on which we could watch the gold leaf rust
As winter peeled breath from the autumn canopy of sun set
That night I cried tears of never ending white lights because I saw that life is so beautiful while adrift in concrete sailboats or aloft in paper planes.