Category: Art, Stories
Time Standing Still

Time Standing Still


Wood of season
Scent of old
Room full of reason
For a story to be told

By fireplace, by night
By candle, when day took flight

Time stood still
As the teller unveiled
Imagination’s eye
With each word hailed

Or whispered,
We came to our knees
A willing genuflection
For all to see

The candle drew small
As the words grew thin
And our eyes opened
To the reverie within

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