The constellations' brilliant light br are your eyes shinning; br that illume comes out only at night br in my room. br br The Milky Way is your silky hair br made of summer moons br and autumn hues; br br I can reach and almost touch it br if I dream. br br You laugh at my silly thought br when I tell you them br and aspire in your secret heart br to be them; br and I say br never worry you are br in my heart br and I add only a tiny bit of flattery to all this. br br But be clear br flattery is a good thing br because I see you aspire to make br its vision true, br thus becoming br in my eyes br and in the universe br that constellation br true. br What good a ladder br which does not have br rungs br to guide the upward climb? br What good the path br without destination. br You are the ladder br and I have made it for you br in my dreams.