The Starry Path
Serenely silent, I walked home last night
on a starry path of sparkling snowflakes.
They twinkled, whether stirred or still, as I passed by.
Above, the starlit heavens
mirrored their mystery-hidden reflections.
There I swiftly ascended in amused imaginings.
Was there, somewhere, a lone astronaut
flying serenely silent as she journeyed
with amused imaginings of alien worlds?
Perhaps she, too, would walk her world
on a starry path of sparkling snowflakes.
February, 1993 revised March, 2004
Flowerpoet 