Star

There is a waxy glow
where the air burns blue
A breeze, blowing in fragments of dreams

I reach for the hand covered in sap
Her name is Anise, a head full of felted knots
She carries a jar filled with star light and the sound between the trees

On a blanket we stretch our hearts open
our vision, mixing up the sky
Pieces of harmony sticking to our skin

She tells me of the time
when the world will cover in glass
of the cold blown wind

In her palm, she holds a little girl
struggling in the dark with an open umbrella
the kind of rain that whispers in some other world

From an Empress tree, I pick a heart-shaped leaf, place it in her palm
The little girl takes a seat, we sprinkle in carnation pink, light leniency,
camellia white, Anise lifts the fog

I hold her hand in the skim of the glow
Where apricots melt into plums
I kiss the tongue of love