You’re an old story teller.
Each tale you let fly from your pages is a refreshing breath of sea air,
adventure and romance and horror.
Each character you create is unique,
Happy as a giggling girl and sad as a rainy day and wise as a grandparent.

I get lost in your pages,
The more faraway I get, the better you become.
The stories wrapped in your hard cover,
keeping them secret and safe.

Swish, swish as I turn the pages,
a story whispered in my ear.
Darkness surrounds our secrets,
the night, the stars, the sky.

You’re an old story teller,
something to be treasured,
your spot on my shelf is just for you,
and your stories to be forever remembered.