| A Book Worth Reading The words he drew from her lips, told him a story. He read if from the first chapter on. When he came to the index of her heart, He chose "Where I belong". As he lay reading. The cover he caressed, The smooth but tattered edges of their past. He�d read this book many times, This won�t be the last. Some pages had been wrinkled, as had his, That only showed the love of their expressions. Tonight he�d add another chapter, Perhaps another lesson. He turned out the light, to read under the full moon. His fingers found the engraved print, The Braille text responded soon. As his hands slid over the page of time, It stirred his emotions. Soon he rose to the occasion, And gave it his devotion. Then he found himself, Flying through the pages. As the plot begins to thicken, They�d read this part for ages. But still each time a new feeling, Like a story being retold. Then a whisper he heard softly, The true story did unfold. The story took some time to read, But none wasted from the beginning. Now he kissed the author, For such a climatic ending. � T.Lovett The masked Writer <-.-> 2001 |