In The Pages of A Book

Earth at my fingertips,

winds of word in my mind.

Sinking into the depths of tale,

accompanied by a flicker of light in the dark.

In my legs and back a cramp,

little more than a nuisance thing,

For my attention is riveted on white and black;

an invisible reel dancing for weary, captivated eyes.

The outside world is but a dream

while my senses are carried on an invisible journey.

Within a square forest of impossibly thin trees;

a tragedy of death, the thrill of love, and the ilk of betrayal.

I am a silent observer

of dearest friends who will never know me;

A devoted follower and companion,

to those who believe they are alone.

Incapable of altering the future,

I weep and laugh, hope and fear with heroes and villains alike.

Together we are pulled through trials and tribulations,

compatriots to the story as it unravels.

Thrown through a storm that surrounds another world,

it is jarring to re-enter reality.

For reality becomes little more than a dull thing

to tolerate until my hands open the pages once more.