Ode To Books Poem by David Whalen

Ode To Books

My glasses lay ‘pon open book
Whilst I give my eyes a respite
From the many words ‘pon which I've looked
And now indeed need to rest a bit

I gaze into the distance far
While looking at absolutely nothing
Eyes tightly focused on things that are
No more than thoughts with wings

I mull over in my mind…words recently read
I savor their very essence
Provide them a bed in my weary head
Each paragraph, phrase and sentence

Books have become my best friends
My succor and my pleasure
I read them through a Rosy lens
And enjoy them at my leisure

These late age years of trial and tears
The quickened pace of time
Have helped to ease an elders fears
As Summer wine soothes the mind

The tomes can take me to places far
To canyons wide and deep
Carry me effortlessly to a distant star
…And carry me off to sleep…