| For Scott By Diana Haronis I met a man with laughing eyes,
A man both innocent and wise.
He seemed to walk between the worlds,
A faery soul in earthly guise. He'd stroll along the moonlit beach,
And hear the ocean's rhythmic prayer;
And in a forest deep with ferns,
He'd see the spirits hiding there. He told us many wondrous tales,
Of magic plants and sacred brooks.
And brought to us a mystic realm,
Within the pages of his books. He dwells now on a fairer shore,
More joyous than the earth contains,
But for each life his spirit touched,
A spark of magic still remains. —Diana Haronis | 
