You called me by my name

maybe I have been here before

walking on wooden ladders,

and climbing the moon

perhaps Jupiter was my other home,

maybe I have been here before

sailing on ice cubes

in the tallest glass of life

perhaps, stardust powdered both my skin

and my heart

invisible tapestry of constellations

in the shapes of fallen suns

reflecting of my eyes

maybe I was made of rain dew

and lemon-drops,

my soul

colored with pastels

and flirtatious butterfly smiles,

perhaps, me and the darkness were good friends

lights like summer braids

woven into my hair,

and mixing with navy-blue ash

maybe I have been here before

and you whispered

my name so well,

you called me love

and climbed the moon

with me