I Climb a Tree to See the Lights - English Version

A poem once kept in a drawer, now taken out to be sung.

Between dreamlike guitars and my low, close voice, I look back at the boy still sitting in a tree, watching the light from that summer.

Dream pop with memory, understanding, and a small unfinished longing.

(From the Original Poem)

I climb a tree to see the world,
perched on a branch,
bare feet swaying,
breathing in whispers from above.
Summer stretches across several mountains,
unfolds into plains,
each branch entering its own door,
or window.

I climb a tree to kiss the rainbow,
shimmering light,
dissolving just beyond my reach.
Formless clouds stitch the heavens in gray,
carrying off a trail that leads to nowhere.

I climb a tree to find myself,
wandering in the mist between leaves and sky.
Time caught in the wrinkles of bark,
dreams and breath,
slowly seeping into crevices no longer visible.

Yet the wind continues humming
the song of veins and rings,
as if I still remember some notes,
and can softly sing along.

We climb a tree to pause our sorrows,
falling into a net of silent green.
Yesterday's self,
or someone I've yet to become,
refused to say goodbye to anyone.

I climb a tree to see the world,
in some perhaps parallel distance,
the boy from my hometown
continues climbing among branches,
now and then sitting on a bough,
folding shadows with his hands,
pressing lights against his heart.