A Mornings Word 09/05/07 Poem by wordsy wright

And tis here I seek comfort.
Immersed in the words
placed upon page so pleasingly
pleasant to mine eyes.

Bathed in awe at the depths of their meanings,
I give way to the paths of wisdom,
as I tarry before the door to knowledge
and stand in the shadows of ignorance.

And so it I wander,
lost among the thoughts of confusion
and lingering there upon the notions,
left by a passing dream.

And to me, this is heaven