5 billion miles away,

Through a centuries-old blizzard,

Into the colossal shadows

Of what can only be

Monuments, or giants.

Past the tops of withering trees,

Down along their flaky sides,

And to the ground.

Under the snow, breaking the ice,

Through layers,

And layers

Of fossil and rock.

Into underground caverns

With waterfalls, and echoes

That chatter on forever,

Back and forth.

I can still see your glow.

I can still feel your breath

Againt my chest.