A wonderland of sorts awaits me patiently
organized and in rows all ready to be read.
I feel rich at heart with the wonder that surrounds me,
Who wouldn’t want to live for an eternity
surrounded by such a creative space.
I can’t wait to unleash my insatiable desire for stories and art.
I want to create and reinvent myself in this sacred space of art and creation.
I want to get lost in a book and sing myself to sleep.
Usually, eternity sounds daunting to me but your poem gives the perfect reason to want it- endless books to read 🙂 I especially like this line- “I want to create and reinvent myself in this sacred space of art and creation.”
🙂 thank you