The Words

The words gush before my eyes
As the doors are opened wide.
And my eyes are crystallised,
The words that made me cry.

A soft breeze envelopes me
While I sit by a river.
The book resting on my knee,
The words that made me quiver.

Unravelling a fable
Behind the delicate cover.
Curious under the table,
The words that made me discover.

With a blanket on my lap
And a book in my hand.
The pages begin to map
A story in my dreamland.

But when the pages disappear
And my heart is thinning.
I think the end is near
But, really, it’s just beginning.