Fervent Desire to Find You

antiquated book with faded red cover held together with glimmers of hope words of Coleridge and Poe found in the deepest darkest library corner guarded by word trolls who scoff at rhyme you are often sought, others seem to have found you I have glimpsed you but twice you were always in another’s hands I watched their faces glow as they read you are the portal to my feelings I understand I will never fully understand me until I connect with your wizened yellow pages It is my fervent desire to find you before my death, book of faded poets