there's a paper cut in the sky and I

There's a paper cut in the sky

and I

saw it from my boat--

we were

sailing calmly on the sea

and it appeared without a note.

We laughed and then we wondered

speculated and we danced

and still I had to ponder

if the sky had had a chance.

Was the blood going to fall on us,

was it silver, blue, or green?

It spilled down from clouds invisibly

and to us remained unseen--

we did wish it the best of luck--

the worst it had not seen

for the thinly sickly paper cut

was starting to gain a sheen.

The sky was thick with sickness

and sick with thickly blue--

we held it up with scabby palms;

we cried the whole day through.

My boy friend 

and my best friend Em

my dog A and my hat,

we tried so hard to keep it up--

it began to slowly crack--

Dear Sky,

we--I

held you high to kiss the moon

we kept you strong to meet the sun

and caressed you to noon.

When the Fog came strolling by--

and the Sea turned brilliant green--

the Mist and Storms helped tape you up

and keep your small cut clean

(we covered it with a band-aid

so it would not turn mean).

We hope that made it better--

we wish you all the best,

and with our happiest regards,

we are sleeping for the rest

Regards,

[our hearts]

Your Best.