Story time

The mysterious book on

The top shelf

Worn with

Age

On

The Spine The ancient

Paper exposed at

The top

Of

The

Book I Reach Up

To the book

At full

Arms

Length

And Grasp My Hand

Carefully clasping around

It unwilling

To

Let

It Go until I

Saw what The

Book was.

I

Set

It On The Table

And Gingerly Opened

The novel.

As

I

Flip Through The Pages

I Smell The

Sent of

Decay.

The

Words that Seemed to

Flash Past Me

As I

Skimmed

The

Leafs “Thou, trouble, time”

The Pictures I

Barely see.

The

Dark

Images that seem to

Move Though They

Are still

In

Place.

The voices of the

Past That Echo

Into the

Air

Though

No one is there.

Now That I’ve

Started, my

Hands

Tremble,

With excitement. I Can’t

Help But Read

More. The

Stories

Stay

With me long after

I Finish Reading

It. They

Stay

In my Head And

Ring Alive In

My heart,

With me
forever.