The green canoe, overturned, dominated the wooden space

We rested our heads on it, but it moved with our weight

And the stars outnumbered our thinning thoughts

We looked up

And we could touch them

We saw dim faces in the candlelight

Our song floating across the water

In words none of us understood

But that were imprinted on our minds from years of use

The water mingled with our words and met the sky

And we watched the stars

Not undermined by manmade light

They stretched out across our vision, mesmerizing

It was the last moment I believed