And Once Upon a Time, a Poem

There are always stories out there, hiding
Living in the world,

In your head or in your dreams,
Waiting to be told
and waiting to be found and to be opened and to be.

For some these tales are hidden
In life
and noise
and the turn of the world;

They are lost, or never found,

And that is good, and life is great.

For some 

They are not.

They could never be missed

And they see the shadows

In the smile of a stranger, the hum of the journey,

Or the smile on a grave 

On a frozen day. 

And the story begins,

And the world spins to life,

And the grave smiles on,

And once upon a time.