My visiting the library
A shelvers' nightmare
Thumbed through books
Painstakingly sought out
Piles of books
Circled around the table
Waiting for their place
In numerical order
Oh what joy they brought
Such knowledge to me
My hands blackened
From the print
Tough decision to make
Which ones to leave behind
Perhaps a dog-eared page
Will lead me to my find

With you I want to fly
Fly to the end of the sky
To see the ocean blue
To hear the roaring wind

With you i want to run
Run to the exit of the forest
To see the tree growing
To hear the leaf rustling

With you i want to stay
Stay at the dawn till dust
To see the beauty of the world
To hear the calling from the heaven

My mid has drifted, I'm sad to say
You cannot say I'm lying
It's bigger still than yesterday
And that is why I'm crying.
                                ljm