To be a cloth-bound classic... oh what I wouldn’t give!
To be lusted after, coveted; when dutifully collected… I’d beguile
To make someone happy, feel special… when given as a gift
To adorn stately bookshelves… in far-flung countries around the globe
To be stroked by wanton fingers; my tactile, foil-stamped…intricate, alluring design
To be thumbed through, perused and devoured diligently
My name in golden script, glistening… smiling proudly from the spine
To be handed down from one generation to another
I, a secret porthole to lives not yet met or lived
To be made up of passionate love affairs and glimpses of whole new worlds
A tome steeped in culture and ancient myth... full of folklore, legends and mystical lives
A story delectably described in exquisite, poetic language
A book so profound and emotive… it could make you cry!
A tale that illuminates all of life’s humble... simple blessings
Channelled through deft senses… word-smithery, sensual and divine
Depicting Nature’s stark wonders and magnificence
Reveries and mysteries of the human heart… so complex and sublime
Whispers of all the silent secrets, the oddities of the mind
Life’s fragility and brutality, human tragedy… loss, pain and demise
But most of all, I crave to be held… cradled, cherished and adored
Snuggled down in bed with… or read, at the foot of a great tree
For readers to lose themselves within me... at home or to be enjoyed beside the sea
To be considered a revelation... a thing of ethereal beauty
Without having to have a complexion, a reflection… or a skin-clad body
To carve out forever a small place of nostalgia… in people’s hearts and minds
To bring comfort and escapism to all the lonely… scared and shackled souls
To set the sad and suffering… their imaginations alive, wild and free
To wile away the reader’s precious time... to be a waking diaphanous daydream
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry.
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