the flight of cranes

by mandaceehb

 the whisper-thin ghost of your breath

      glazes the jar with

            dangling strings of fairy lights in

                  unspoken hopes and dreams

                          every word compressed into the

                                  vaguest utterance

                             of a future tinted with silver linings

                       hope like the gentle breeze lifts the edges of 

                  spring origami paper as the first

            of a thousand cranes falls into

      the dream jar