Telaestheticist

These tomes transport our minds into a place
Removed from living’s ordinary pace
Both poetry and prose they make us cry
With words impressions find their wings to fly

The varied themes in words do tantalize
Between the lines with passion exercise
They speak to all the struggles that you know
Within a realm that only you can go

Within the gilded pages of a book
As visions with the open eyes to look
Upon the paper where the words were made
They fill our hearts with all our dreams displayed

These pages as they are they are a gift
Which we into our fantasies do drift