An anthology of dreams

Crisp fresh paper coated with inky black words,
tear stained pages of joy
of sadness,
Chalkboards, brainstorms, plots and plot-twists,
Each one unique and special,
Each one with a new name, new idea, new cover,
Pictures, masterpieces, images of dreams,
The dreams of the author,
The writer, artist, creator,
The person who poured out their innermost secrets into the book,
Now filled to the brim with hidden messages, paths, quotes and life lessons

Books are one way plane tickets, time machines, teleportation devices
Drift off to another world,
A world of freedom where you may roam for hours at a time,
Smells of wonder, imagination, creativity,
Books are havens,
Peaceful and calming,
The reason I love books is that they are all special,
They all have something to say,
They’re a way of seeing things,
In your own distinct way.