A book is like a magic
carpet . . .
An arise of thought on layered cloud
A story rug, to sit and read on
An inner place to fit my dreams
on
Though it cannot take me physically away
In distance real to far
flung places . . .
Inwardly, its given lift,
Can
take me even further, onward
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 17
Part 1 # 17
© Judith Evans Deverell,
2014
The Bookmark Project
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