Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 11:34 pm
Enter a spare world of imagination.
Enter a room of encapsulation.
Feel the walls of thought so clear,
Complex as the mind so far, so near.
An angel sat beside me,
And comforted me did he.
He told me of tales from afar.
He told me stories ne'er told before.
I asked him whence they came?
He replied: "Tis all the same.
Look in your heart so deep,
From there these tales do creep."
I asked him who writes such spectaculation?
He replied: "Your thoughts of imagination.
Anyone can write with style of a seer,
all it needs are your thoughts so clear."
Then he showed me a spare world.
From there these tales do unfurl.
So I thanked the muse of good thought,
And to write out he did taught.
Enter a room of encapsulation.
Feel the walls of thought so clear,
Complex as the mind so far, so near.
An angel sat beside me,
And comforted me did he.
He told me of tales from afar.
He told me stories ne'er told before.
I asked him whence they came?
He replied: "Tis all the same.
Look in your heart so deep,
From there these tales do creep."
I asked him who writes such spectaculation?
He replied: "Your thoughts of imagination.
Anyone can write with style of a seer,
all it needs are your thoughts so clear."
Then he showed me a spare world.
From there these tales do unfurl.
So I thanked the muse of good thought,
And to write out he did taught.