The forms

	The forms contradict,
	Arrows point apart
	In Socrates' Sculpture Park.

	By light of a glance
	Iron bars polish up,
	Tensions in steel.

	By warmth of a smile
	Beams and chains dance
	A turn in harmony.

	My steps retreat,
	My heart delights,
	What your fingers touch,
	Springs well alive.       

Udo Frentzen 1986 - 2012