Just the same, The Starryteller brings ancient myths to life today and he will go just as far as necessary to make you suspend reality for a little while and reach back into the past to make a connection you might never find in anything but a story. David P. Alford Think of a perfect sunset, deep crimson at the set point and rising into the western sky in shades of orange, deep purple, pink elephant or rose petal. Then light fading across the sky dome to Colorado blues that summon tears to the eye. The light fades and the shadow of our world rises in the east to uncover the the distant stars. Venus dances at the end of the day-light atop the western bubble of the sun god's last bright beams.
Pinpoints scintillate down to our waiting eyes through countless eddies of twisted air.
Air that bends and twist all light from distant worlds thus thrusting the magic of twinkle into the vocabularies of star lovers from points around the blue heaven of Earth. Then there in the darkness someone speaks, a bard with tales to tell, a spinner of words, a fellow traveler in this night. He is prepared to offer himself in heart, mind and perhaps even in soul to his listeners. The tales fall from his mouth as drops of sparkling waters from the fountain flow. Sometimes he lies to hear you laugh or speaks the all to truthful myth to see you cry.