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.
