Star Catcher

I'll gather a handful of stars
 Sitting in a boat-crescent
 Will disperse
 The waves-clouds
 With chilling wind
 Hit the bank shore...tree tops
 And descend the branches
 To the forest lake
 My crown of stars 
 i'll wrap in a sack of moss
 and emerald fragrant grass
 throw into the waters dark
 for huge black fish swallow
 when the water turns into ice
 let the wanderer tired
 catch that fish
 with moonlight, with silent old song
 let my crown of stars be a gift for him
 milky way...his throne.