I would really like to explain <br />the exhiliration of nothing but stop <br />the unseen colours hiding in sound <br />the gentle touch of a timid raindrop <br />the silent song of the silent stones <br />the longing dance of the night and the sun <br />the feelings that move my soul <br />the inconstant beats that my heart drums. <br /> <br />But how am I to explain all this- <br />the greatness, the majesty, the vast <br />to you who views endless space <br />through that misniscule looking-glass.<br /><br />Warren Chan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mind-and-the-muse/
