Twilit Storyteller

Staring into the written moon Words illuminating my space I stand still inhaling syllables Lost in the story’s embrace. The pages cast a shadow Imagination in the shade Lyrical mating of the mind A literary serenade. Trees of erudite branches Fallen leaves of knowledge Raking piles into my memory In hopes of paying homage. Spellbound by the paragraphs The smells of inky dew Entranced by this moment in time Appreciated by only a few.