نووور الدنيا
02-22-2007, 09:33 AM
When a Book spoke
A “Once upon a time” story slept quietly between my lines
Once upon a time when two hands reached out for me so softly to touch my leather cover
And my dusty pages shock in fear
“? Dear God who will read us”
She opened my cover with fingers that had
The touch of a mother
The curiosity of a child
The warmth of a lover
I sat in comfort in her lap, wondering if others shared me this feeling
She read my lines with her eyes that had
Shades of innocence
Feasts of tenderness
Two big drops of honey
She turned my pages and closed my cover and left me alone on the ****ves without a name
She was the princess between my pages
She was the shadow that woke up in light
She was… and that happened once upon a time
A “Once upon a time” story slept quietly between my lines
Once upon a time when two hands reached out for me so softly to touch my leather cover
And my dusty pages shock in fear
“? Dear God who will read us”
She opened my cover with fingers that had
The touch of a mother
The curiosity of a child
The warmth of a lover
I sat in comfort in her lap, wondering if others shared me this feeling
She read my lines with her eyes that had
Shades of innocence
Feasts of tenderness
Two big drops of honey
She turned my pages and closed my cover and left me alone on the ****ves without a name
She was the princess between my pages
She was the shadow that woke up in light
She was… and that happened once upon a time