Little Treasures

In my hand, I hold a treasure
that smells of paste, ink, and wonder;
Open the cover, cross the portal,
and wander through wrinkled time;

fall down the rabbit hole
and travel into the future;
take a magic carpet ride
and rub the genie’s lamp;

float down the Nile
or sail the seven seas;
ride a camel through the desert
to play riddle-me-this with the Sphinx;

hear a tale of cabbages and kings
or retrieve the sword from the stone;
watch the ponies frolicking in the surf
and hear the sirens sing;

peruse the emperor’s new duds
or visit the Hobbit’s burrow;
dance with the Gentry in the night
or see the smile fading in the trees,

open my eyes and open my heart,
lift my soul and guide my dreams.
All this and so much more, can
be found within the pages of a book,

and what a wondrous, marvelous thing.