It's on these deep winter nights,
When the air can keep still
And let the stars have their say,
That we overhear their white whispers
About all that we survey.
"It's not truth that's beauty."
"Sparrows have no authors but themselves."
"The word 'word' has no capital letters."
"We're just along for the ride."
They needn't keep their voices low for me,
Like parents downstairs on Christmas Eve.
I take comfort in the void.
It's the emptiness between the atoms
That sets me free.