The storyteller

He travelled to undiscovered lands,
He met people who aren’t born yet.

From the mystical river,
Emerged the storyteller each and every night.
Waking me up from the midnight to the moon,
Weaving yards and yards of stories.

He kept his hands on my eyes,
And whispered in my ears.
Words of dreams, words of fiction.
Words of reality, words of lies.

His imagination goes as far as reality,
His reality is only but his imagination.

His characters die with him in the river,
Only to wake me up in the middle of the night.

Payal