The Songs of the Storytellers
A poem by E. Higgins, 12/29/1978
From the heart I chant my stories and see my visions.
My eyes closed, I see more clearly those past events from which I draw my tales.
Through the mysterious realm of dreams I foretell comings and goings and
Disclose occurrences of the past.
Curious and anxious are the children who listen
To hear of my sorrows and joys, achievements and failures.
They listen openly and hear all, even those words unspoken.
Someday perhaps they will rectify the disappointments in
Our lives by achieving where we have failed.
I, Storyteller, am made of Earthly things,
A composite of elements which are looked at but are rarely ever seen.
My children are of the Heavens, for they do not have
Enough years to know of Earthly ways.
I, through my songs and visions, will help them to know
The difference between convention and self-fulfillment.
To you I am entrusted, my Heart and my Songs;
My Visions and my Dreams;
My Happiness and my Disappointments-
To keep for as long as you find Love through me.