By Mark A. Leon
Tell me a story
Storyteller to my soul
Tell me a tale
One full of mystery and angst
One with love and intrigue
Tell me a story
Be still
Feel no ill will
Be my pain, without using a knife
Heal with only the natural herbs of the Earth
Speak to me
Be my voice
Steal the airwaves
Record my thoughts and play them for the world to see
We listen together as one
Enthralled by every word
Octave high
Octave low
A little bit of sorrow
A little bit of happiness
An archive of the moments that complete the journey
This gift you possess
A visual oration to cleanse the confusion that lies within all of us
A wonder amongst the ordinary
A splendid rainbow high above the storm
Hear your lips pamper us with every line
A verse so full of truth
A page written out with brush and paint
A chapter so clear
Transparent to its own emotions
Tell us a story
Oh, wise keeper of the pen
Bestow a lasting image for us to pass down to the next
Let this be your message
For life does not end with the last breath, but carries an eternal torch to be handed down
In the distance a new set of ears, awaits the storyteller
