Collapse Into Words

In the eyes of the beholder holds beauty itself, 

Such a lovely scene of crisp books standing along the shelf

And as my inner child picks out his favorite one

I’m dragged back in, like a flare to the sun,

Into an alternate world, filled with action,

Mystery, wonder, young love gaining traction,

Different lives lived within thin slices of tree

How immortal is the mind who finds time to read. - RSM