The skis stood outside crossed by night in X's sapphire flames burning on pyres of snow We shared a blanket and a skylight. The parents out, sleeping. So too the stars, calling, Where do you want to go? We were young She so sweet and full of ideas How the stars shone On her hand the constellations pointing blue Trees sway before starlight and moon We touch Fingers slide The trees sway back and shiver Arms intertwined play at the wrists delicate skin so thin our bloods so close intimate wont to mix and aching so We were young. How the stars shone.