A Final Chapter

In my mind I can be there again,

amongst dust and ink and leaf.

A chasm of unexplored wonder waits;

I'm impatient to see what it can bequeath.

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Hail taps rapidly on the glass above,

mimicking the rapid thump in my chest.

The sky is dark blue like my wandering eye

and I need to explore the rest.

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It's the first time I feel I've been let free

to travel to anywhere I couldn't imagine.

Among pirate ships and puppets who wish

and mythical creatures from the cavern.

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They must be able to see the sparkle

of bliss and awe within my eyes,

because it blinds even me as I survey

the lonely boy that never dies.

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I yearn to hide in here forever,

playing with the fae amidst the stacks,

but sadly the storm is coming to pass

and I must pick one from the racks.

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A twinge of unease sparks my mind

as I steal my favourite tale

from it's friends of far off places

and the Indian's piercing wail.

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But I can't help but feel at home

with the pages beneath my hands,

for I shall play with the strange creatures now

and venture into bizarre fairytale lands.

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It saddens me to come back here

when there is more dust than ink and leaf.

When no child wants to scratch the surface

and marvel at what awaits beneath.