Levi

"Come with us" the stars whispered, spinning soft, sweet Siren's Songs that wrapped silvery webs around His heart. Calling Promises, winking in their inky orbit, "follow the Dream."

The Sun, galloping his fiery chariot across the cobalt azimuth beckoned, taunted, laughed at Him; still He did not go.

"Come, I have stories. Be my missionary" the Earth breathed, resonated, filled His quiet spaces. And so He came; Siren Songs guiding the rhythm of His heart, wrapped in the smiling Sun's warm embrace.

He learned a Story of Long Ago Times when this Earth was a bucking, restless teenager, freshly released from the Gondwanaland home. He told the Story and they came too, listening in awe and wonder; seeing the wounds sustained by the folly of youth.

Then one day and finally, He heard the sound of the Wind. Turning to it, he felt its fingers caressed His face, expand His lungs, sweep and swirl through arcane innerspaces. The soft, dusty-damp, eucalypt-scented, dry-burn breath of the Earth permeated his mind,

"Now you know this Story" she said, "but I am older than Mankind and my Stories are but my skin. For you to know my Secrets would be as to pour the water of all the oceans into a thimble. Go now, make your own Stories, for you can only fathom the picayune Secrets of man."