The Spell

The storyteller calms the young child
Telling him to settle down
He opens the book and begins to read.

Falling silent, the child stares
Moment by moment, he becomes more entranced
The spell takes him over and he is gone.

Words flow out of the book
Drowning all else with beautiful stories
Enveloping us all in warm silence.

For me, this is a reality.
I am the storyteller.
The child is my restless mind.
He becomes silent as words begin to form.
And the rest is the rest and the words flow out of me.

(C)