stories afire

things are becoming and I
am a participant
I am an observer
I am the willing acceptor of a thousand stories you would tell

things are becoming
and I am here

I am the lost and found, the
famished
the starved and I am starving for your stories
and your soul, your wisdom, your
life and the energy that flows from you
all of you
I would like to drink this
I would.

the sparks that fly from your
fingertips.
set free to dance in the night
lit by your stories
kept afire by your heart
set to die by your loathing
I watch the fireflies as they dance your life in story
I watch and wait
for one to land on me.


march 2008, wilmington north carolina