In the Den
This safe harbour beckons a thrill
When the beauty of wonderland calls me--
Bewildered, my eyes travel in another time
Where nature's hand remains quite,
For a while,here in the den, I walk
With new friends through exciting cities,
forests,and halls slowly revealed--
While their own stories become mine
Through vicarious scenes and awakenings,
A ripeness inviting my curiosity and imagination
As each character sheds lustre, be it rage or love;
Like those first glitters of a lamp near me.
And how we all treasure a stolen kiss or a duel
Unbound by my wish on how to end a tale
That I break into a tear, perhaps fine laughter.
I begin to slouch--near sleep taking over,
Still amidst dreams , the books in my den
Come to haunt my world, made beautiful
through their never-ending pursuit of life's schemes.
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2016
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