by Jake Murray26 Apr 2016
I open the book of your life
and find infinite pages,
pages of sorrow, pages of joy,
stories of suffering, of adventure
and yearning, images of kingdoms,
of laughter and pain. I read of lovers,
of libraries of learning, I read of
imaginings, myths and legends,
I read of resurrections,
strange and mysterious,
I read of your wanderings,
of coming home.
I read you as I read as a child,
voraciously, curled up, captivated
by language that flourishes,
becomes worlds. Each one nourishes me.
You are inexhaustible, the letters sinking
deep into my soul. There they
take root and fructify. I turn the pages
and find you, unending. Your odyssey
makes me whole.