August 15, 2005
The locust rides the tides of the ether;
A squirrel listens to the patter of the rain;
Rain clouds are feeding on the emanations of thoughts;
The owl cocks her head whilst observing the dance of the gnu.
The images in the mind of the architect...
are easily dismissed with a wave.
Yet, deep within your soul...
the muse hears, stirs, and grins.
Author: Steve Robison