This is where we begin,
you and I, on a screened back porch,
facing the moon.
You will wear a purple neck band, and
my skin will run to green.
We will sing in a low sound.
No one will know our conjuring song,
because only we will sing it.
The others try to hide our moon from us
with their shadows, but we will fly higher.
I will give you everything, my dark one.
We will rise with our terrible stars.