A Story of Light When the leaves turn And the light of the forest deepens, I will remember a thousand words between us. Those that enclosed us, as in the pattern Of shadows that shiver with the turning leaves, Recount a story that was told about us by those Who told stories in the caves. We danced To the music of the words. On our tongues Were shaped the names of our original being. This is what the storyteller said: The leaves turn, And in the light that emanates from the leaves There is enchantment. There is wonder.
