I might read a book

I might visit Atlantis today,
Or perhaps sip tea in the cyclone,
Give ear to what Caesar has to say
Followed by Romeo’s long moan.

I’ll march from cover to cover
Gently blowing dust from pages
Tracing letters like a lost lover
And crusading through the ages.

These books deserve the spark of life,
Their voice carries strong through the ink
And lures me from the grasp of strife,
A dark pool in which I may sink.

In awe of their power, I think I might
Simply read a tale to keep my life bright