Turning the Last Page
Your pages turn with anticipation,
your characters are colors in my mind,
you're crafted by soul, and linger in heart.
And with such joy I leap from page to page!
Watching them rise and fall like a slow breath.
Soon discovering what we have become,
as your last page turns and rests silently.
Now closed, you lay in my lap. It's a curse,
to read you for the first time only once.
With innocent ignorance, I wish I
could slowly read through your pages again!
I wish to be taken by you for the
first time once more, along your unknown paths,
without knowing beforehand your beauty.
To read not knowing how much you loved me,
even before you became the slightest
thought in my head, innocent though it was.
It is a worse curse though, to not know you.
And now, looking forward, what a joy it
truly is, for my heart to have a home!