Reader

I feel your words upon me As they race across the page. A running sense of wonder Even late upon this age. The whisper flips of paper As the pages burn and turn, Setting me afire... It seems I never learn. The secrets whispered to me As I pause and try to hear, Are echo cries of memories That are laden wet with tears. The hardened cover closes Shutting down the riot sight. As I nod and ponder deeply Slipping off into the night.