Thursday, 15 May 2014

The Story's Story

                         The Story’s Story

I am a story yet to unfold
I am the stone left uncut
I am  the canvas bare and cold
I am the string left unplucked

But I am not silent
To the one who should hear
And though hid in stone
I am near.
To the unseeing mind
My visions I would bring,
To a soul full of noise
I would sing.

You fear where I will take you-
Will the first word lead to the last?
But if I remain a story untold
Then so will you,
Trapped in stone,
Naked and cold.

                                    Wilf  19 05 2009-          

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