i dreamed i had a sister,
when the trees were still young and the days fell into candle light.
The willow branches whispered against our arms and cheeks
as we raced and laughed beneath.
Leaves tangled in our hair, our skirts flirting against our hips,
pockets laden with feathers and stones.
We danced in the round, our brooms stirring the dust behind us,
our bare feet not quite tethering us to the earth.
We were careless with our hearts and found joy in every great and little thing.
I knew you then-
the trip of your heart, the blood of your veins.
I dreamed i had a sister.