Closing my eyes-
I’m perusing among halls of books,
Scores of books,
Floors of books,
The cases reaching far above my head.
The old leather editions and sleek yellow magazines
Welcome me to meander.
I gaze lovingly at the titles as I walk past,
Letting fingers linger over names.
So much of my life it seems:
Within these paper beams that
Build the houses of my imagination.
What far-away places they’ve taken me to…
What decadent virgin forests, maiden hearths, and starry skies!
I love every line, every verse.
What am I apart from words?
Every song and memory-
Etched upon my heart.
Books are the melody of my soul!
And so stay I,
To peruse and meander,
Among these that never end-