When pages kiss with delight
There’s a sense that the paper
Is sparking to ignite
The mind’s sacred taper.
Words flow in the solemn place.
There is a hushed calm.
Once quiet, the face
Can be held in the palm.
With great intent and wonder,
There’s nothing to fear.
Magazines and periodicals go under
And audio clips help one hear.
The sweet feeling of light of the mind
Leads the weary traveler to a book.
Who knows what she’ll find?
A curiosity begins with a look.
The sound that grants life
Is the crack of a spine.
In any other case it would be a knife
Stabbing at the backbone line.
Here, though, hardbacks ascend.
Soft covers swirl in the soul.
This is a place where ideas tend
To make one truly whole.