Dusty-Laden Cases

Books- The Melody of My Soul!

 

 

 

 

 

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-
My books.

My friends.

4 thoughts on “Dusty-Laden Cases

  1. I love it! I can relate so well! I love my books so much. I love the smell of a brand new book or the dust falling off an old classic. They are so great. One day I will have an entire room full of books….it will be awesome!

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