I open a book
And in I hid.
Now, I am alone.
Nobody can find me.

I open a book.
And found a friend.
So I can share
The lonesome hours.

I open a book.
That empties any enemy
It leaves me confounded
At every turn.

I open a book
That casts a magic spell
A notion of existence
Blessed, beloved simplicity.

I open a book
That I can touch.
Aromas and sounds
That carry me to you.

I open a book.
The long and mad
And dream that day.
That hour.

I open a book
Words shouting
Dragon jargon
Day after day.

I open a book
And see
The tilting fish,
speckled with barnacles.

I open a book
...to live
....to feel
..........to think.

I open a book.