I live near you and I am a dancer—
I live on berries to keep slim.
Surely you will have seen it, my mulberry tree,
so tall
, which I climb at night to gaze at the stars.
For I nurture a childlike passion for astronomy;
I know so much about it that it leaves astronomers speechless
when they hear me speak of light-years…
after the show, as soon as the lights go out in the theater.
The stars, however, that have vanished from the sky,
I have gathered in a magic box,
which I keep hidden from the astronomers,
which I keep for you,
because you are a dancer, like me.
You will come to my house and we will eat berries,
and delicate hands will weave together forever in tulle.
You will come to dance your dark dance for me,
and the stars in the open box will live for you.

Niki-Rebecca Papageorgiou

(thanks to eva h.d.)