Everything is still here

[milo]

Everything is still here

as I exhale, unfurling worries
as wisps of silk that purl
and shimmer in puddled moonlight,
each breathed into hindsight
by the first stars I ever saw.

A frozen one third acre of silence
amplifies echoes of innocence
that rustle in the briars
and sloe bushes, as I did
when still small enough
to evade their barbs

Echoes of innocence is cliché enough to be a movie title. Even if it wasnt , it is the __________ of "(some random abstraction)" construct that almost alway reads hackneyed in poetry. You do it again with "acre of silence".