Beauty with our eyes we see.
Strokes of color flying free.
Gracing the pages of well worn books.
Easing away grief stricken looks.
A sigh brushes cracked, wet lips.
Licking dry, dusted finger tips.
Taking in the scene- so like mine.
Destined for all to turn out fine.
Stories told by dreamers from far and wide.
Just open the book and see what's inside.
Fantasies I find waiting for me.
As I open my eyes and truly see.
To find solace in the pages of a book,
takes an open mind and the courage to look.