The Power Of A Book Poem by Lillith Whitaker

Your feet brush the ground,
It's as if you don't belong here,
You don't make a sound,
It's as if you have silent tears,

You open the leather bound book,
Time ticks away as you seem to fade,
No one even spares a look,
The pages seem as if they were a serenade,

Whispers flow through darkness,
As midnight has passed,
But you continue to read regardless,
You sit there as even time has been surpassed.