They always say that events are foretold in the stars,
as if the stars could speak. If they spoke,
what language could they use except the language of light -
all heavenly bodies speak the same tongue:
moon-glow and tails of comets are all just dialects of light,
a dialectic that moves us to their point of view.
They put the accent on the first syllable ever spoken,
and the rhythm of their speech foretells with pure exactitude
the cycle of their return. So we decode their tongue.
Starbursts pack their meaning in the lines;
all darkness is the space between the sounds.