Storyteller

It's easier in the dark,
when the words,
they shine like stars,
or silver coins
beneath the ripples
of a shallow puddle.
I can reach for their shimmering
silhouettes
and pull them to me.
I clean them up and put them in order.
Fashion them into stories.
Swallow them and spit out
their sounds.
As the fire crackles,
they sing.