THE TIME OF STORIES

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

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 ©
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