Ode to books
When life gets to be too much,
and I can no longer see through the smoke clouding my mind,
I take a leap back and am captured by a lily pad of creation
floating on a pond of prosperity and imagination.
You sit on the cliff that displays you for all to see
and wait for me to finally escape reality.
When my mind can't handle the weight of life
I turn to you for comfort from its strife.
I grab onto you for fear of drowning,
using you as my raft, keeping my head from going under.
I am but a spec in the immaculate sea of words.
I sit on the surface of pure comfort like a duck relaxing and carefree.
When rain pours from clouded eyes
you sit there with open arms
giving me soothing thoughts and
taking me away to another life.
From rainy forests to Utopian lands,
From rocky rivers to vast expanses of deserts,
From brilliant castles to undiscovered seas
you bring dimension to this dimensionless world
Your pages creased with countless eyes
and your spine traced by many hands.
Passing on your wisdom to those in need.
Giving us food for us to feed.