Upon my shelves sit many friends,
Their pages mesmerize,
They open portals for my ears
And windows for my eyes.
I seek their wisdom from the pages,
The drama that unfolds,
Sages wise, old and young,
Their proclamations, bold.
I’ve known these works since my days of youth,
Their sirens beckon me,
Elicit dreams of tales untold,
They’re artists of history.
Like birds in flight in search of warmth,
I to these volumes fly,
Their embers burn within my soul,
I heed their timely cry.
I’m not a master such as these,
But words within spill,
Like coffee stains upon my desk,
I seek a page to fill.
