The storyteller

Let me tell you a story A story of a man Who told tales He’d hold up his head Bring his chest forward And close his eyes in vein He’d fall in character Like the flowers fall in may He’d hold his words like wine the lines they would stain His Pauses were in motion Like a deep slumber on a train He told stories Of family Of a love gone astray He told everything and nothing Open but closed away And day after day A storyteller Washed every tale away And I did not notice Each tale had built a trail I love you, he said A line fit for the brave And though I listened I found I never really heard his tales “You and I, a quest Built to fail” But he would not take it The line he cast away he kept telling his stories Until my heart obeyed