gazing toward the galaxy's sheen
I rest my weary soul for a moment
waiting for inner peace to redeem
Subdued by the vast vista before me
counting my blessings amoungst the lights
I imagine the silence of the void above
savoring still the sounds of the night
Anchored onto the ground beneath my form
accepting now my own mortality
I retreat to the center of my clutttered mind
in search of elusive serenity
Copywrite 2001 Maria G. Abernathey
