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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.