The Voices in My Head

I remember…

There was a mountain… way back when
and a fountain…
and bells…

All around lay motes of silver…
floating… falling…
and bells…

And the fountain gave birth to a river…
bubbling forth…
and bells…

The river was fresh, clear, and I drank deep.
And then I knew.
…

I can never return there again.
The soft chime of the bells -
I can never hear that again.
Water has made my life serene.

but no bells

W.K.

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