Whispering Bookshelves

Its twelve midnight on a lonesome night
I sit and read before i turn off the light
What magic would fill my mind?
I close my eyes; for now, be blind

The wind i feel upon my face
As i peacefully enter a different place
Darkness may be all i see
But in a new world i will be

The books on my shelf whisper to me their tales
Caravels, pirate ships and the sea's treacherous gales
Crime scenes, burglars and British detectives
Zombies, vampires and gut-bursting monsters

Behind these shelves is a place unknown
Fragments of time a farmer has sown
Created with all his effort and time
A paradise with magic divine

So here i lay on my bed
With my imagination running wild in my head
Such wonders i wish i could see
When my bookshelf whispers to me