It’s a great gift to tell tales that are seem so true that they almost walk right of the pages we read.  Isn’t it?

Story Teller
by Michael Romani

Story tellers bring the tale
Where once upon will prevail
In stories of the deep woods
And red velvet riding hoods

Silver tongues and dreaming eyes
Wait for love and each sunrise
For dreamers of leather bindings
Where the stories are worth the finding

In old book stores holding treasure
Where readers find their greatest pleasure
Practices of life lifted from old books
Those illustrated with ancient looks

From eyes that see from vivid dreams
That take a walk among human beings
The magic of words come into play
When stars align with what they say

By saying more than ever be said
While playing on endlessly in the heads
Of those who have the story tellers' gift
And shape the souls living beyond the rift

Beautiful souls wither under criticism
Locked up in the hopelessness of pessimism
Where truth is heard and then discarded
Because sometimes truth told is too hard

As written words bring back memory
Of those lost but kept like family
When we remember to keep hope inside
And allow each other's planets to collide

(c)  July 12, 2019  Michael Romani
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