We climbed the tree, you and I,
Up into its branches barren with winter.
We stared up together at the sky,
Breached by the limbs guarding us sisters.
A refuge, a fortress, held us high,
Above the world, beyond their whispers.
The desperate winds brought tears to our lashes,
And I told you words I’ve told not my dreams.
I told you the thoughts that would have anyone laughing,
But you understood, you hear with concern my thoughts’ stream,
You joined with me in our fantastical melancholy, the magic,
You didn’t scoff and leave me for the nonsense it seemed.
The sun set without our notice,
And our hands started to quiver but we did nothing.
The moment was far too precious,
So we dragged our thoughts away from cold and its cutting.
We relished the solemnity we share when our hearts are closest,
So we paid no heed to the darkness as it was coming.
Your quiet voice shook me from my haze,
“Look, you see that lonely star?”
As night fell like a blanket over your face,
The sky was lit by only one spark.
“Let’s catch it,” I heard myself say,
“Let’s catch it and make it a fire for this dark.”
So I felt through the air for that lonely white speck,
And we cried out to the sky to give us its star,
So that we might receive dreams better yet
Than the nightmares that precede the midnight hours.
But when I felt the light resting in my palm, just a sun’s fleck,
I knew it didn’t belong with our human hearts.
“Let’s give it back,” I told you, a whisper,
You must have felt the same,
For you nodded looked up to the sky, clouded with winter,
And we cried as we saw it fly back to whence it came,
And the emptiness echoed through our tears that glittered,
And I wonder now if I’d have had a better dream
If we’d kept that star, you and I,
If we hadn’t returned it to the night sky.