Paper Darts

My eyes fall on you like paper darts Blank and expressionless Never hitting their target; internally I'm already too battered to reach you. And now you're an unfamiliar mountain range I'm even too weak to circle and follow you Into cavernous shadows where I took my distant rest Hoping nuggets of gold would exhume my chest. Hoping that the north face of the Eiger Will be ice-carved in steps that'll reach a summit Where the winds rage, but stops - drowns in the pause Like paper planes as they fall back down to earth. Again toppled in surprise that there is some ground Only a small ridge a ledge we can both hold on to Till we either tear, ourselves apart or learn to float On ethers hot cooling without a dark cloud in sight. Or crash in some valley never to hear an echo! A heartbeat a crease on White paper That has never been, finger marked or scrawled Awaiting that misplaced fold in, the wrong place.