Read between my lines
And there are more words than wisdom,
Hidden in the depths
Are stories kept,
Far beyond what a glance can see.
For the stories kept,
Are what makes you read on.
She is here.
In the crisp turn of the page.
He is there.
In the bellow of the fold
And crackle of the new chapter.
Whispers lingering.
We hear you, We are heard.
If you'll listen.
In rapture,
They cried and danced
Along the Papyrus beach of tattooed sands
And winds of font.
She is in the wind as you turn,
And he is holding her in his arms.
To never skip a page
To get to the end.
For the end is still in writing.
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoetryThese poems are mine! Please don't steal or take credit for them.
