To Tell a Story

Gossamer threads slip quietly through my dreams

as well as my waking

and dance about as I sit in a world of tears

unable to climb out on my own.

 

For but a moment I catch a glimpse of glamour

and a taste of ambrosia

filtered through words colored ebony and crimson and pearl

and dipped in the twin rivers of sorrow and joy.

 

A tapestry of dreams becomes a manifold doorway

leading to worlds and lives and emotions

carefully wrapped in aspirations and adventures

needing only a touch of golden imagination to unlock their meaning.

 

To return to an accursed world

with gifts of comfort and growth and spirit

brought on by characters shaped by passion and knowledge

becomes a journey in it’s own right.

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