The Storyteller – Original Poem

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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

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