The Worn Pages
of words and lives
Dusty bookstores holding shelves
leading to corridors winding into
infinite bindings hard and soft where
each edition holds a life, a story, some
familiar, most not.
Chronicles of sacred text on worn pages
paying homage to lives past and present.
It is the inextricable sound of snow falling
on a frozen pond, so faint, almost lost.
In each of these, a dream, a hope, a want
a need, a fear; glances at our seminal being
raw and wide for the taking by thirsty eyes
Here they stand side by side, searing glances
into the universal truth of where we live.
Let me fill my pages with words from yours
and yours with words from mine.