I flipped the page again to be sure.
The end of a book.
A good book.  A great book.

I am alive with the accomplishment,
given the hero and his world life
as only a reader can give writing.

And I am high off the closing,
the victorious snap of covers.
I glow with the sweat of life.

But every high has its crash,
inevitably, when I realized
a whole world I laid asleep.

*But when you gave that world life,
giving its word a home to thrive,
its gospel lives beyond its pages.