Printed Passage Poem by Amera Andersen

With a glass of wine and a roaring fire,
a cozy robe and an evening alone,
my journey begins, increasing desire
to enter the realm of places unknown.

My mind takes flight and mortality fades,
reality morphs to a figment of dreams.
I soar through colors of undefined shades
and ride on the backs of feral moonbeams.

It’s Chapter one and the excitement mounts,
I’m lost in a trance with each turning page,
devouring thoughts in measured amounts
as the trundles of soul shift and engage.

You’ll find your heart and the path that it took,
encased in the bindings of a good book.