The Time of Stories

THE TIME OF STORIES There was a time of stories When the world was dark There was a time of stories When the teller of tales Drew his words like dashing paintings Splashed the colors of hatred and desire With such heart strong passion That the walls about him trembled And the listeners sat stunned in their silence There was a time of stories When the world was dark There was a time of stories When the teller of tales Delicately drew with finest lines The fragile pale prisms of true love Soaking into the souls and soothing the broken hearted There was a time When the teller of tales Brought healing with his words When he painted The fragile prisms of true love Sent the world into mad vibrations And, with the master telling The prism took on such power That it sucked the sunlight from the sky To glory forever upon the broken lonely listeners Victoria Anderson-Throop © 1/1/13