My dearest reader, seconds ago, before your
Decision to turn the page, there was nothing.
These very words were hidden away and thus
Unseen, to all intents did not exist:
Just like the beauty of the Jovian Moons
`Til "Voyager" beamed those pictures back to Earth.
For You have brought this page to life - yes You and only You!
You bring along a wealth of memories of your own,
Your feelings, thoughts, regrets and sorrows, joys
And fears, your hopes and fantasies.
You have the mountains of your mind:
Your personal rivers, clouds and suns: flowers and gasometers!
Landscapes, dreams and nightmares of your very own.
And me, as you sit reading this, I might be with you right now,
Dead and buried, or maybe miles away.
To you I give the role of God: to breathe your life upon this page.
Take you away, dear reader, and there's nothing: formless void.
Yet now, together, you may join me, in a realm
Where Life, though challenged by Evil,
Is Warded by our Love.
(C)PB 1997.
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,reader,writing,god,motivational