Through the dusty shelves
of rows and rows
is delivered
a world.

Deep within
the senses of the mind,
we are slave
to the shackles,
bounded by the glue
of the pages.
Consumed are we,
succumb to the thrill
of the treacherous mountains,
perilous seas,
And glistening sands,
as we travel, to an
alternate universe.
Reality gone,
quiet ensues,
filled with laughter and tears
of the mind,
as we share
the savorous stories,
the fictional truths,
like a secret.
As we go through,
we are part
of the adventure,
for we cry, as part
of us dies,
grin as a part
of our innocence
is regained
by the words
that mend
the soul.
Reality gone,
we become family,
as love is transferred
between the pages,
of our hearts.

You have so much,
and I, so little.
So I need you
to save me
from this
treacherous ignorance.
Immerse me,
into your vast knowledge,
like monsoon winds
engulfing the once cracked
barren deserts.
Raise me, help me,
emerge from this isolation,
of lonely spirits
in the
decreasing society,
of classic,
unadulterated, raw ink.

You teach me
many things
As you will continue
to do so,
for I,
will never cease
to be amazed
by the wonders of what you contain.
While my people change
as time continues,
You will remain
immortal.
Your contents
may not
be written
nor spoken,
but they will
carry on
into the nights,
and days
to follow.