1001 Poem by Stephanie Breuer

How to write this I don't know,
At least not yet.
But let me begin
Before I forget!

There is a story to be told,
Although there are a thousandfold.
Possibly a thousand and one,
Like in Arabia were sung.

My name may not be Scheherazade,
But let me tell you “par hazard”
I've also got some words to speak,
They have been building up for weeks.

A thousand and one words
Or stories, no idea.
Opening up new worlds,
But neither is ideal.

A 1001 nights:
For each a tale, a word a light
To awaken thy sleepy spirit,
Keep it alive and shining bright.