The bridge turned suddenly into silver fires.

And in the flames strange birds were born.
They leapt into the ink of night, where they became these words.

And flew into your eyes,
to become the secret stars whose light
is yours and yours alone.

O sweet constellations of your inward sky!
Whose names shall never be whispered.

Shining in your silence. The bridge,
the fire, the birds, these words…
…your stars.