Paper crane folded at dawn

Wings still stiff with yesterday’s ink

Moonlight drips through rice-paper walls

Pooling in the hollow of my palm

Breathe once—just once—

And the sky remembers your name

Silk ribbon tied to a willow branch

Unspools into river mist

Each ripple spells a word I lost

Before I learned to speak it

Call back—just once—

And the wind returns what time erased

The dream isn’t ending—

It’s folding itself into your sleeve

For tomorrow’s quiet hour

Fly now… fly now…