Bibliophile
I end the journey of reading this book
the lines printed on the aged paper
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed
together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
I fall back on my bed with a feeling of satisfaction
breathing deeply, holding the book to my chest
Close to my heart with my arms crossed as if
I wished I could absorb this book into my being
In which I could feel the prickling of every word
flowing through my veins,making it’s way to the heart
Where they could be etched there in gold
For the remainder of my lifetime, where I could refer to it
Like a tattoo on the skin in a place only where I know
And if my soul were ever to thirst for the inspiration
That every soul needs every now and then
It need only trace the words etched in gold
To understand the nostalgic feeling once more