Looking up
The shelves,
are cascading,
high into the air
Covered in cobwebs,
that is not fair
The dark sky,
is in sight above,
winding chains,
fall from the sky,
connected to a table,
that is so high
in the middle of the room,
millions of dusty books,
candles are alight on hooks
I want to zoom into these books
Wait by candlelight it can be seen,
the chains are holding a book,
left open so we can look,
the words are written,
in the middle is where you are,
the book is not finished so far
You can turn the page,
or close the book,
are you brave enough,
to write another page,
please look
This is your life,
fill it with paradise,
and, enjoy every slice

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney