Ink stains astray, I lose my way,
Where serendipity seldom speak, sanity stay,
Each page a portal, new and wide,
I'll walk through realms where dreams reside.

With every turn, a tale or two unfolds,
Of battles fought, romance and love untold,
Of whispered winds and oceans deep,
In words, my soul will always seep.

Through nights of stars, my eyes still gleam,
For books, they be my waking dream,
A life enriched by the tales I'll always find,
In every text, my heart skips a beat unaligned.

The journey is vast, the voices so strong,
They shape me wee mind, they lead me on,
A reader's life for me will never be undone,
For every book, my life reflects in it unsung.

© TheRetro_Reader