I hold in my hand
The power of a thousand words

Sleeping days, Awaiting the flick of a page
To bleed life; beauty

The addict inside me
Aches for more

Of the only thing that will satisfy
me, a book

Finly my soul can breath a sigh
As I walk up my stairs, way up high

Patiently awaiting, my return
My books reach out

Invite me to
Forget all concern

I pop open a window
Prop up a chair

My nose inhales
the crisp country air

I don't have to worry
about my nails or my hair

When I live anothers life
Without a care