This night is crystalline
In its silence,
A silence broken only by
The aching cries of the water,
Its bones being broken by
Winter’s hammer
With its shattering stillness.
In the sky
The Milky Way,
A dragon of a thousand icicles,
Remains perched
Motionless,
Reflecting space
As time is trapped
In a falling crystal.
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