A Million Dreams
A poem on the gift of books
I walk over to the bookcase a million dreams stare back strange worlds new wine drink deep know time lost sleep slow climb wash me sublime I sit with the open pages spilt ink speaking aged love my home new kind pure zeal few find please kneel too blind full meal divine I see the world again old things burn with new fire old things burn with new fire
Love this!!! Reminds me a bit of one of the songs in "The Greatest Showman." :) (Which is one of my fave soundtracks!)
This sounds like it could be a song. Beautiful.