A poem for Poets and Storytellers United written to the prompt "find inspiration on your bookshelf."
Paper Wings
My books carry
stories,
lifting me on
paper wings
to faraway
places
where forests
hum,
where lakes
hold mirrors,
where skies,
smartened with stars,
smile.
And places
where wisdom
rests between
covers.
I listen till
their roots
thread through
my mind,
waking me
to build new
castles
of light.
In books of
poetry
I wander
metaphors,
waiting in the
tide
until they pull
me under
into a sea
of sparkling
whispers
and love letter
salt.
Titles tease,
tug,
time ticks,
until words
find me,
leaping from
shelves,
from hidden
doors,
into my life.

Dear Marja, this is a lovely poem.
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