Walking thru snow on a crisp winters nite
thru the clouds I can see, the pale of moon light.
The stars are not quite, yet really so clear
these times all alone, I hold oh so dear.
Feeling the touch of the snow on my face
the flakes coming down once fallen no trace.
All is so quiet, nary a sound do I hear
except for the snow whispering soft in my ear.
The words not so clear, I don't understand
why right on my person, they've chosen to land.
Their delicate shape, bring a thought to my mind
am I really unique .........am I one of a kind.
Am I like that snow flake.... the one lit on my hand
or in life's long free fall ......can I choose where to land?
Will I land near someone, who's almost like me
who'll look at my beauty, individual to see,
Or will I alite, on the highway of life
to be salted and pushed by the plows ragged knife.
Could I land on someone ....to be brushed to the ground
will I even whisper....... will I make a sound
Does anyone care where I really land.
on highway, or person, on tree or on sand
My walk almost done, a shudder, of fear
one small soft snow flake.......... turns to a tear.

......Spirit in the Night