Tell me your tales:
Make my mind hum electric with your words.
Help me see what you see.
Sing your verses and I will join in chorus.
Your words are living, breathing paint
On the canvas in my mind.
Use the brushes of a word-artist well,
And paint for me your passionate pictures.
Tell me all the great stories you have lived,
Send me back into the aeons of your time.
Deep buried and definite pieces of history
Exist, unexcavated, in your ineffable soul.
Tell me all your stories:
The beautiful and incredible events,
And the terrible, awful tales, too.
I want to know them all!
Light my mind neon and glowing,
Make new the Streets of Manhattan!
Inspire me to reach out to the cosmos.
Paint for me all your words and pictured-windows.
I am here, waiting to know your innermost being;
I am here, your faithful reader.
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A beautiful write on art and awaiting. Good