I would definitely say a journal. That's what I saw, at least.

Okay, here goes!

I'd pluck you from the sky, my little dear,
and whisper soft and lowly in your ear
these iridescent dreams that I hold near.

You'd shimmer on the fingers of my hand
your dust would fall upon my palm like sand.
Oh, could you bear this burden, large and grand?

I'd let you go, and rather like a dove
you'd fly into the lim'tless night above
borne on the wings of pain and loss and love.