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

Yet,

I am near.

To the unseeing mind

My visions I would bring,

To a soul full of noise

Still,

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.

Silent

alone   

                                    Wilf  19 05 2009-