A Story

There is a hidden story here, wordings in the lines of a book that openly appear well-worn images cleared along paths and byways out of stagnation, birth life experiences out of the shadows of creation marked by words and phrases, filled within blank spaces holding time in all its places, imaginings real and vague, too easily erased by respite, consternation, aged oasis. The word streams up and down the page gathered together in paragraphs and sentences, uneasily phrased chapters to be told but never quite heard, lives lived sad and happy within the written word, addressing all the hows and whys the wherefores brave and bold life once delicate, innocent, foolish with intent, pure and pristine held silent by images of unimaginable aging in the unforeseen. A mistake taken and made quickened faulty steps out of shadows, dark consuming, mesmerizing desires inept, companions, friends, partners , dreamers, schemers, and lovers searching for the futures waiting to be discovered, paying tokens, worship of ancestral icons, love's fool hearty titans, sublime and divine to the body electric, solemn, serious, serene, pleasurable by design. Solemn prayers vocalized by the heart beating in unison panicked when distant or apart relaying the story of where love ends and where it starts, blended, bonded, separated by passion, the moment on display played unawares and barely assured of how long the magic alures. or could have stayed lingering thought in the want and need of where it once was made, all finely focused on life's grand parade. The story is often sad but true lovers, unfortunate in youth, emotional fools without a clue knowing that all hope and dreams are learned better out of school that truth, deception, and lie form both pleasure and sin walling up the mind and soul from down deep within, the story rolls out in a plot of twists and turns and all, in the end, get burned. Here the story, silently it may lay placed hidden on a dusty shelf well-worn and frayed unopened, unheard, and yet retold so like the stories generations old, over and over again by companions, family, relatives, the lovers and the friends.