I Want to Get Lost

I want to get lost in the pages of a book

To lie on my feathery pillow and curl up in a warm, soft blanket

While cold winds blow outside my window

And a fire crackles in the hearth.

I want to wander through the pages

Exploring places far away

Riding the seas in search of treasure

Fighting alongside a motley crew

I want to discover a distant planet

With jungles and plants that have never been seen

To ride through galaxies filled with stars

And meet a race of little green creatures

I want to lie in golden pastures

And smell the fresh country air

I want to ride on dapple grey horses

And make my way to the county fair

I want to get lost in the arms of a lover

To feel his kisses on my lips

To dance under a moonlit sky

And let true love find me at last

I want my skin to crawl and a quiver run up my spine

As I walk through a dark alley at midnight

Looking over my shoulder for goblins or ghouls

The screech of an owl making my heart race

I want to join in the chase for a vial immoral beast

With anticipation so peaked I can’t put it down

As the clock ticks away, I’ll tear through each page

Until the despicable criminal is found

I want to get lost in the pages of a book

And go some place far away

To lose the heavy burdens of life

That I have to return to each day

Books can take us places we may never get to visit; to countries around the world, or places on the far side of moon beams. We can relive the past and forge the future through books. We learn of heroes and heroines as examples for our lives. We can live the life of an Indian Princess or feel the pain of a wandering homeless man; experience the joy of true love or the bitter disappointment of love unrequited.

Books can be our best and dearest friends. They give us comfort without being judgmental and stay with us as long as we desire them. They are a true gift that continues to give.