by Kaytlyn Preitauer
There you are! My dear books it’s been much too long since I
last saw your pages.
Oh how I’ve missed your whispering with each turn, coaxing
me just one more chapter.
You are deceiving to outsiders with your quiet colors,
holding all the sounds of nature waiting to be seen
If only they dare peek, but it’s
a secret I intend to keep.
For I hold the world within my
palm and taste the milky way upon my tongue while stars dance and burn before my
eyes. I am everywhere and everything: the grass, the breeze and the sea.
I prefer the willows shade to
swimming the cosmos. They need no help from me and spin onward without my
presence. I am but a small star to their deep universes.
There is no crown or sword here, only rivers
and ponds. And I busy myself with the
many nothings that can take my whole day before I blink.
This Eden is mine alone and I
will walk it many more times before I am done.
Though time is a thief and I know
it will come long before I am ready like night rising up to shroud the day, I
will move from shade to sky like a bird taking flight.
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