The Storyteller [Poem]
The Storyteller
September 18, 2008
3:37am
Look and see through doors beyond
And enter worlds your dreams are fond
My words in prime can wound or heal
As sure as same can do instill
a truth
a lie
a moment’s dream
of luck
or lack;
Which door you deem,
Depends if you’ll take time to stare
Onto my eyes of darkest glare
My sun-scorched travels now I bid
Behind my tongue you’ll find what’s hid
The words i speak, you reckon heard
But listen, child, beyond the word,
of tales
and quests
of ends, and starts
of kings
and slaves
and lives apart
It matters not, these tales I weave
I show my door, and then I leave
The daunting wisdom line my face
My lips will take you place to place
But as the sun sets on my brow
The wisdom now I do avow:
With every word, with every tale
My words are seeds and cast and gray
It’s yours to take the path I bid
Behind my tongue you’ll find what’s hid
The Storyteller [Poem]
The Storyteller
September 18, 2008
3:37am
Look and see through doors beyond
And enter worlds your dreams are fond
My words in prime can wound or heal
As sure as same can do instill
a truth
a lie
a moment’s dream
of luck
or lack;
Which door you deem,
Depends if you’ll take time to stare
Onto my eyes of darkest glare
My sun-scorched travels now I bid
Behind my tongue you’ll find what’s hid
The words i speak, you reckon heard
But listen, child, beyond the word,
of tales
and quests
of ends, and starts
of kings
and slaves
and lives apart
It matters not, these tales I weave
I show my door, and then I leave
The daunting wisdom line my face
My lips will take you place to place
But as the sun sets on my brow
The wisdom now I do avow:
With every word, with every tale
My words are seeds and cast and gray
It’s yours to take the path I bid
Behind my tongue you’ll find what’s hid
