As the pages turn
Words breathe new life
In the confines of my mind
Pretty ladies dance and
Hero’s battle fearsome beasts
I run among them
Losing myself in their wonder
I prance like the Nymphs
Dance with Mr. Darcy and
Fly the skies with the Raven
I party with Dorian Gray
Until,  
I am called back to my room
With the plain cream walls
With my real world problems
And there they are
With all my books
Sitting in a pretty
Row
Like toys ready for Christmas
Their pages loose
From my nimble fingers
Their covers ripped from love
Their stories beating hearts
Bleed as their
all silently waiting
For me to come and
Greet them again.