My hand moves
Gently over the closed book
Almost tenderly
And turns the pages
Whose story is yet unknown
The crisp new pages
Of a world undiscovered
The reading begins
As my tongue tastes every word
Savouring the tasty morsels
Speaking them
Gently aloud
And the creatures come alive
In my mind's eye
The fairies
Flutter to every closed window
Trying to find a way home again
Through the door I have opened
With my tongue
The elves
Mischievous as they are
Tug at my hair
They want to go back
But this door I have opened
Leads only to a one way street
The water-nymphs
With innocent tendrils of blue
Flowing from their fingers
They yearn for their river
That is home
The story is finished
The hero victorious
The cover is closed
And the mirages have gone
Back to their world
World of Printed Word.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
