The Architect and Builder

It sat there, poised on the shelf,
pristine and unmoving.
I could tell it had secrets,
dazzling, diamond-valued secrets.
Gently my frigid fingers reached to embrace
the sheaf of parchment and ink.

I felt a tingle flutter through my fingers.

I prised open the congealed pages
A curious child eagerly pursuing adventure.

Then the architect and builder began their work.

Twisting and turning, nailing and hammering,
the first few pages, chaos.
But as I waded through the sea of carpet, paint and wood
the haphazard frames began to become lucid.

They settled into place... and the fiction became reality.

Battles, friendship, love, adventure,
tumbled and spilled from the pages.
Heroes and heroines always saving the day,
dancing before my enlightened eyes.
It was my world, their world; it was ours.