Of a Book

A dusty attic, an old shelf
Ripped leather binding, yellowed pages
Faded words, yet immortal still
Pressed, through the ages
Between the covers
Of a book
Pages rustle as a new world
Grows, blooms, and comes alive
As old friends greet you
Welcome you, you at long last arrive
In the faraway land
Of a book
All the memories come flooding back
You become, once again, bound
In the beauty of it all
Which can only be found
In the pages
Of a book