Twilight Whispers (30th November 1991 / Wolverhampton)

Sitting heavily on the shelf, as if it had been there since the creation of the stars,
The book with the fading navy blue cover and dim, dreary gold title sighed sadly.
As it did so, a fluffy crowd of dust pounced gallantly into the air,
Relieved to have been freed from the loneliness of the shelf.
As it floated gladly to the ground, each tiny speck of dust reluctantly undid itself from its partner,
Hoping to be one day tenderly reunited; praying that their mutual love for each other would remain untold.