UNBEATEN

Sifting through yellowed pages of memory

Cradling petals of myriad hues

Would your searching gaze alight on me

And pause

On the humdrum leaves from my poet-tree
Do you, in your garden of pretty butterflies

Hear the mundane buzz of the humble bee

I know I’m nothing more than a darkling night

But those shining stars….

Didn’t He stud a million of them on my destiny!

MS