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
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
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
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