Unknown

Somewhere in the world is the reason for

the clanging bells,

the laughter on the silver note

the rainbow streamers dancing in the breeze


he has worlds of adventure sailing in his eyes


aged sages and
Socrates' fellows reside in the chambers of his heart
His touch warms
like the spring sunlight
on the glistening face
of a frozen winter's lake


It is he whose familiarity sparks a fire of recognition-
as when flint hits a steel-

and the fire.

Oh the fire!

Generations will feel the warmth of the blaze

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