Last Sunday I wrote a blog-post titled My Little
Bookcase, that’s how I was inspired to write this little poem about reading feels.
Read To Feed Your Mind
I read of eternity Bookcases filled of phrases Bookshelves filled of elves Through these lands of magic And through these dreamy minds I read of eternity, of forever Lost in the moment, serendipity I fly inside shapeless ovnis Whose wings are made of steel I plunge into deep oceans That are made of sugary water Upon teary skies That never cease to feel I dodge out mesquineries And avoid these treacheries Roaming upon candy skies Inside of these stories On these other planes of existence Where everything is so beautiful As all words come alive Behind the window of my curious eyes Right into a hungry mind Crowded with eluded thoughts Clothed of stories that can't be But that can fly me away To another bigger moon That’s dressed in the colours Of the imagination, of its authors Bookcases filled of phrases Bookshelves filled of elves. -Eiravel-