A Bookworm and a Poet

I sat alone next to my wife, as lonely as can be while she explored another land that I just could not see. When buried in a favourite book she’s in a trance like state, she does not notice anything and life just has to wait. She’ll sit like this for many hours, her eyes just seem to stare, except for when she turns a page I hardly know she’s there. I had to find something to do to while away my time, so lifting up a pencil I then took to writing rhyme. Together now, both side by side, adventure we can find, she travels on the written word while I explore my mind. Ivor G Davies