Storyteller, would you please tell another story?
I am tired, and can not sleep, without a tale's glory.
All right, little one, he says.
I'll tell you more.
From where I left off last time,
will remembering what's been said be a chore?
With a giggle in air,
I catch it, like a bubble.
I giggle, and with that, a bubble's double.
He catches my bubble,
and holds it close.
He lets it go into thin air.
Then it pops.
Do you hear it? he asks, with a smile.
My laugh, I answer.
I haven't heard it in a while.
It slowly creeps, filling the room,
fading away the then-present gloom.
He smiles, and sits beside me.
Okay, he says, tell me, what do you see?
I tell him, the words "I", "You", and "We".
Funny, he says, I wrote long ago,
the three little words that continue to grow.
Words can grow?
Of course they can! he says, and flies in the air,
I'll try to explain it, if you dare.
Okay. I say. Dare.
He claps his hands in sheer delight.
You'll fall asleep with this story tonight!
He begins to explain, as happy can be,
Who is this?
he points to a picture of me.
Me.
I to you, little one, he revises.
The higher his happiness, he slowly rises
into the air to collect a frame off the wall.
Who is this? he then asks, which is obvious to all.
That's you.
That's I to me, and you to you.
One more! he says, as he comes back down,
with a picture of people, in a small little town.
Who are they? he asks. You don't know them, but still,
they're there, aren't they? With love their hearts fill!!
I totally see it,
I think I've it now!
Show them again, please,
I have a vow!
He shows the pictures like playing cards,
and easily now, I know who they are.
The first one is I, a picture of me.
The second is You, and the last one is We.
Yes! Yes! he says joyfully.
And the hearth of their growth?
I say... Unity!
You learn awfully fast, he says with a grin.
Next time, I won't let you so easily win.
Think of them growing, their heart's filled with love,
a love so eternal, a love from above.
Think of the tidal waves of so many smiles.
Well, don't think that much if you won't sleep awhile.
My little listeners, continue to grow
let me be there to show you, the way there's to go.
I, You, and We play
in our lives,
in our minds, in our each, every day.
So tell me, did that story fulfill your quest?
Yes, I say, I am ready to rest.
Thank you, Storyteller, for that wonderful tale,
but next time, I'd love to fly with you, to fly and sail.
He pops the bubble his giggle made.
It lulls me to sleep, with my brain, it played.
It brings me to this, as I continue to tell,
the stories of telling he knew so well.
...To be continued.
-LJ
27 July 2013
