Life has history,
wished for, dreamed of, fought for.
The thing human staggered into it,
caught in truth and lies,
seas of light and clouds of darkness,
unforgettably branded as a tattoo.

A story that hits with all its force,
chasing through fields of rubble
or cooing in meadows of flowers.
Heart-beating and illusion-hearing time,
stunned being and amazement,
when the mind goes off the rails.

A story that shapes and determines values,
indelible traces of wolf and butterfly,
with the scent of the seasons:
Full of joy and laughter, doing and vision,
desire and passion, audacity and rebellion.

This story is drum and fanfare,
has strawberry mouth and bitter almond.
It is time to write it down.