Passing through a land of gold and silver kind, <br /> a sound rang out and echoed the corridors of my mind, <br />unknown music of a sound so hard to tell <br /> like heavenly bells made from immortal shells. <br /> <br />In gross and laden travels of lands near and far, <br /> this sound gave new dimensions as though another star, <br />in fevered dreams of music by hill and dell, <br /> none can sound like heavenly bells of immortal shells. <br /> <br />From knowledge gained in many journeys of life and love, <br /> with strength universal as the cosmos above, <br />my mind still succumbed to this witches spell, <br /> of heavenly bells made from immortal shells. <br /> <br />A life old on the road, an age in years of mere youth, <br /> both snared with my heart in search of truth, <br />the dulcet tones ring on with never a start, <br /> unusual music strikes notes that drift apart. <br /> <br />For that which is left of this travelling life, <br /> my quest for the secret remains in questions rife, <br />but to my life's end I can always tell, <br /> of this beautiful sensation from the sound of a bell.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heavenly-bells-immortal-shells/
