Hey, day-dreamer.

Can you listen to me,
just once more?
I have made a knot
of a paper quil
you left at my home
long long ago

folding it in pentagons,
nudging at the sides
a small wish of mine
scribbled neatly in it

One day,
when you are
no longer a child
it shall shoot into your skies
& I will be
where your dreams once were,
waiting for you
to bring my paper star