In white traces…

In silence
In blackness
Silent black
Almost beautiful white
Waver more and more
No birds
Just traces
Tears and death sleep
In dark matter
Strings of the world’s survival
And then
Grass sings of happiness
To bare branches
Clock’s shadow
Peaceful pointers
In parallel
Solar flares travel
Through
The sweat on its neck
Fan of the space wind
Flickers.