bookshelf

by the time the day was through,

i found myself

with an empty bookshelf,

void of covers and pages

and words.

void of thoughts and ideas,

of men and women

whom i never met

and yet whom i call

enemy and friend.

there were no

laughs or tears,

no gasps of astonishment

or re-read re-read words.

and as i sat staring

into the tall vacant case,

i wondered what it might look like

to not see the shelf at all,

to see nothing but spines.

hard spines

and soft,

different colors and fonts.

how wonderful it would be.

so it is with these words

that i ask you for yours.

lend me,

show me,

tell me your favorite words.

help me to fill these empty shelves.

help me to see the world,

send me to far off places,

and introduce me to the most

fiendish and brilliant minds.

spare nothing and no one.

leave no adventure behind,

for i tell you truly that

life is but a story

told through the pages of our lives.

 

Reviews

[Maya]

you're astonishingly brilliant.

thanks for being that way.

i could give you pages of words that i love, but it would take so long for me to think of them all!