And as I reached up to pull the stars from the sky,
I just barely missed;
My fingers brushed the dusty clouds,
And the bare branches of trees caught my skin as I fell back to earth.
I landed hard, stumbling on sore ankles adorned with shiny new bruises.
I shook my hair out, dislodging the residue of the sky above
And crouched down once more, the light of the moon reflecting in my eyes.