I am a brother to the endless and a curator of time I am the penny and the wish and the water and the well and I always have a bakers dozen that I will trade for a dime and I've spared the life of a fish or two and mended the wings on the backs and the hearts of all fairies and I've argued with fate and I've lost and I've won and I was there before god and the devil laid out the blue prints of heaven and hell and I sold them the parchment and ink and the quils and the names that they signed on a contract that gave birth to them both and I gave one of them clouds and the other one fire and then slipped back to the echos of silence  in the wake of the first dream and their in the dark before blood and time had rhythm or flow I watched dreams weave dream after dream and each was connected to the thread of the first stitch that made the first flower of love and that is the same thread that connects us all to the sands and the winds and the dream that is love