Fictional characters
In worlds of their own
Are eager and willing to
Welcome me home
As I reach for a spine    
My own skin tingles          
I can feel our lives
Are ready to mingle        
The delicate pages
Turn gently in hand
In my mind's eye
I can hear the band
The crowds are all rowdy
But brimming with glee
And all, my dear reader,
Are waiting for me.