A book is like a melody
That sings its song in me
A joy, a light, a splendid
thing:
A canticle within
Of wisdom deep in love profound
It shines its dream a
pattern
A flighted thing its
whispered voice
A singing written fountain
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 5
Part 1, # 5
(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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