Pages

These tomes transport 
our minds into 	a place
Removed from living’s 
ordinary pace.
Both poetry and prose, 
they make us cry;
With words impressions 
find their wings to fly.

The varied themes 
in words do tantalize –
Between the lines with 
passion exercise;
They speak to all the 
struggles that you know
Within a realm that 
only you can go.

Within the gilded 
pages of a book –
As visions with the
open eyes to look
Upon the paper where 
the words were made;
They fill our hearts with 
all our dreams displayed.

These pages as they 
are – they are a gift
Which we into our 
fantasies do drift.