Myths, magic and legend...
echoes resound in the ancient library
where the dust on the tomes
settles like an ache in the bones
as you shuffle down the long corridors
lined with books bound in leather
and parchments tied with silk...
Odd piles lying here and there
as if someone was rushed
and didn't care
or maybe there just isn't a more room
amid the paper jumble...
To me, this is mother's milk;
to read, peruse...
How could one refuse
to open wide the pages,
learn from fools as well as sages
read the wisdom of the ages?
For it is our imagination
that free us from our cages...
05-21-10
echoes resound in the ancient library
where the dust on the tomes
settles like an ache in the bones
as you shuffle down the long corridors
lined with books bound in leather
and parchments tied with silk...
Odd piles lying here and there
as if someone was rushed
and didn't care
or maybe there just isn't a more room
amid the paper jumble...
To me, this is mother's milk;
to read, peruse...
How could one refuse
to open wide the pages,
learn from fools as well as sages
read the wisdom of the ages?
For it is our imagination
that free us from our cages...
05-21-10
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