Collection

In awe of this collection of books. 

Deeply rooted in classical prose.

Centuries of writ and thought.

Ideals so profound,

They have become lost.

Your painted blue coat,

Stoic and clean.

Paper so thin,

It's on biblical proportions.

In reference,

The price appears steep.

But to own the world on a shelf? 

Could you deny that pride? 

With each turn your vision is brightened. 

Sell to me your painted veil.

Let's stare into each others eyes. 

Bleeding the words across my tongue. 

I'll just stand and wait, 

For your books of many.