Fire Sparks

now close your eyes and see afar
the leveled horizon of the raconteur
who wields a power to conjure up
past daily drudge and interrupt

the mind to spark synapse connection
and fill it full of extrospection
tales of manes of horses and highways
and roughish plots galloping sideways

lovers and warriors and conniving wives
jesters too clever, and kings too unwise
jungles and oceans and barbarism abound
chests well treasured, and ships run aground

the chronicles continue crafting of characters
sublime scenes surveyed, defying descriptors
but sit, carry on flying fast o'er the earth
to hear the whole story of the whole universe

as the narrator goes on giving of account
with panache and flair to roundly expound
to ears of intensive interest say the least
about angels, gods, and the mark of the beast

to frighten, to enrage, to amuse for the now
to tearfully weep, for protagonist not allowed
to come to the zenith of courage and triumph
instead falling to dispair, of dim-lit asylum

and the teller continues on with the tale
of wills and inheritance and prospects unavailed
our enchantment's complete, attention absolute
to relish the stories with complete gratitude

crowds riot and armies and plagues awash over
the forests, the cities, green fields of clover
to roll on with the chronicle told by the fire
bombastic or mundane, more infatuating desire

the story is loved, and by the teller caressed
to be passed to the listener now happily blessed
what, we wonder, could be better than this
to be held by this tale, and passionately kissed

© Goode Guy 2014-02-24

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