Monday, February 23, 2009

The Lady Vicarious


Sometimes books are sunglasses
Various weights of frames and rainbow shades
Through which to see the world
Whole days bathed in the conjuring of conversation
Coloured by feats of timeless character

Gleam of crystallized wisdom
Encased in four-hundred pages like ancient rock
Still fresh with insight
Centuries later.

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Somebody's been reading too much Little Women. :)