Books

Heaped together are words in books, meaningful books,
wrapped in covers that marry my looks, my mind hooks.

Exquisite words that convey every feeling, my strains healing,
some teach love some dealing, else potato peeling.

Details too high for any expressive art, too secluded to bart`,
bulls eye is such a writer's dart, right into my heart.

Out of the dreams fantasy, a loners ecstasy,
love drama and philosophy, making my cheeks puffy.

A life inked onto the finest bark, the light of the dark,
some to forever imprint the mark, naked stark.

Lessons to be learnt in the deep, memories to keep,
they are medicines to reduce sleep, to let you weep.

Books are the treasure I found, as life's rewound,
to them am I spellbound, spellbound!!