Monday, October 03, 2005

They remember

Behold my ideas
Hold my soul
Keep me close
I want your touch

Say yes

Makes my ears grin, happy
And my mind smile

With mirth

The Earth
Frolics for her residents
Content and rampant
Scurrying over her mounds and crevices

She menaces
She terraces
They venture forth to the brink
They blink

And they remember

Closeness is the touch
Happiness is the soul
And the idea is from the mind of God