With books, I always feel like a child,
wandering and wondering,
to here and there
and places anywhere
and like any child at heart
for that matter,
I am deeply and happily engrossed.

Maybe I wear a slight Mona Lisa smile.
Maybe I make a face like Churchill.
Or maybe, I am just a curious child
Scanning the pages with wings in my eyes.

Maybe I glance away from the page for a minute,
and looked at interesting passerby’s
but still, in a split second
I’ll be lost in it’s promised paradise.

I will have a faraway look in my eyes
While I listen to stories from the author’s heart
Or maybe I will cry, gasp, or laugh out loud
and then, I’ll close my eyes
while I dream of la la la land.