I Drink the Words

(A Blank Verse Sonnet) When books come into view I stop to read, enticed by treasures buried in the page that grant escape to realms of pure delight. My soul needs living words to quench my thirst. Please write the words, that I may drink my fill. Bring words that flow like honey from the comb. But will the words be liquid drops of gold poured on my hungry heart or sparse and dry like desert plants that scorch in mid-day sun? Enchant me with intrigue, designs of wild, bizarre, or secret things. I want to delve in far-off worlds, exotic lands and feast on wonders, great or small, sway with the beat of drums. Pray let me hear the lions roar.