I went to catch a star tonight, A ladder, some rope, a jar for my light. I wandered through the forest, Blue, And found a great old oak tree who, Spoke to me with leafy mutters, And conversed with the ash that mutters, Words to help me on my way, I listened to the things he had to say. I took that rope and made a loop, And went up to he branches, droop Into the sky, The sky dripped by. I, as a thief would do, Robbed the heavens of lights who Burned with passionate purity And I will an undeserved surety. The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place so magical now hurt to behold