Storyteller

better days

STORYTELLER

Accept what is beyond belief
Welcome all that's lost
His bag of dreams still wet from streams
The storyteller crossed
He speaks to us of ancient trust
The sea, the sky, the land
The north and south, the east and west
The crossroads in his hand

The stones we gather 'round us
Their mysteries held tight
The sun, the sky, the nest, the eye
The circles turn at night
The growing herd, the rounded word
The curve that tames the line
The wand, the stave, the wind, the wave
The circles, yours and mine

I would not lie, I could not lie
Each face is medicine
The eyebrows and, beneath, the eyes
The lakes of light, the skin
The tribes that travel with us now
Their wheels of fire are blest
By fairy mounds we know the sounds
That ring within our breast

To love as though our love is woe
To share and not to save
The bed and still the bed below
A song beyond the grave
To sing so clear and need no prayer
This is a pagan song
Time so short, the love we court
Is all that makes time long

Wheel of fire, wheel of desire
It burns and never dims
The gods come down and need no crown
Forever are their hymns
A crane bag and a guiding star
For all the souls who sail
Calculations lead to where we are
And mysteries prevail

Accept what is beyond belief
Welcome all that's lost
His bag of dreams still wet from streams
The storyteller crossed
He speaks to us of ancient trust
The sea, the sky, the land
The north and south, the east and west
The crossroads in his hand

DL