Sorry if this is the second appearance of this poem...there seems to have been some sort of malfunction!
============================================== Whenever the steel-beaked hawk stands, proud, upon its moondust perch he exists solely in tribute to you; For then there are no other stars: They have scattered and regressed into nebulae in frantic awe of the mere sight of your indescribable hues. --Before you, these colors did not even exist-- The eyes of the hawk reflect them expertly regardless, as this is a Moment. Understand his task! As protector of all infantile stardust rifts, he soars through the galaxies ensuring that their particles remain intact throuhout the maturing process. However, though necessary his efforts may be, they have forever resulted in incorrect forms. --But now, yes, he has caught sight of your colors (putting Cerulean to shame) and the power they wield-- You will be a hero for that first True Star, tiniest and most grateful, and all subsequent generations of celestial perfection forever _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
