She met you in the Arctic, we both twirled and marveled

Now that she is me and I was her, we can tell you something true

We’ll never tire of your sweet light, poured limb from limb

Or the way branches shift, too timid to know

A life of severe promises, even in the bleak gray

She can still smile at you, but I know better

I know you have things to tell and burdens to share

She doesn’t think you possibly could, as you stand so tall

On still moons you **** your head and

wonder about the clusters, about the stars

And under a spell she cast years ago

I walk by with moon filled eyes

Disguised as a star: trying to be your light