River of Black (Ode to Books)

Crisp and clean

I open you up

A river of black

Against a background

Of off-white.

I settle down

With you in my hands

And proceed to enjoy

Your gift

And it's meaning.

There is always something.

Something new to find,

No matter how many times

One reads over and over.

A newfound meaning,

An event that was missed.

You can never lose

Your adventure.

So come one, come all

And find one you like

And join me in bliss

In finding meaning in shapes

A river of black.