"In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare."
These words are from me to you, although I'll admit that I did not write them myself. Can you deduce who wrote this poem? I bet you can :) When you have, type his *last name only* into the search box at this website, and again, look at the comments for the first result. You are almost at the end!! ~Caitlin