Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I will build you with stones of turquoise
In the still air the music lies unheard
In the rough marble beauty leas unseen
To make the music and the beauty needs
The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen
great master touch us with your skillful hands
Let not the music that is in us die
Great sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let
Hidden and lost your form within us lie
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...Edgar Allan Poe
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.