A book is like a sacred isle:
It briefly isolates my
life
With an inner freeing
peace
Unique to me
It keeps me in its keep:
It well insulates my heart
With a moat around my joy
An invisible sea
Its pages form a speaking rock
That impacts the mind it
anchors
With a message from its
plot
Its leaves unlock
A book is like a charted
isle:
Interpreting my soul
With the intercepting
knowledge
Its enchanting lines decode
Poem
from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 7
Part 1 # 7
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The
Bookmark Project
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