A book is like a door into another world . . .
A sunlit opening in a dream of possibilities:
A kaleidoscope of rainbows echoing within
Through - and a kingfisher’s flash of blue
Strikes the enigmatic light a bright expanse:
The illumined depths full of golden shine
This world, is but a poor mirror of the one beyond
To the seeing soul a book reflects eclectic wonders
Lets it through the portals unbelief once found closed
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 38
Part 1, # 38
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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