White birch tendrils
Bare in winter's cold hands
Glow against the shadow box
Of nighttime's ink.
Pinpoints of faraway stars above
But echos of a million years ago
Cover the unknown universe
As earth's clouds are blown past our sight.
Silence rings
Within the silhouette of silences past
Moving transparently within me
Its outstretched fingers
Playing a reminiscent song of understanding
To the accompaniment of far-off music.