There is a place for everyone. Each dreamer contributes to the world. We learn by more than observation. Read with your heart not your eyes.

Fingers float across the page
Reading words of time and sage
Understanding without eyes
The savage of all lies

In the twilight or in the black
Fingers guide the reader back
To last from the first
Hear the rolling of the Hurst

It is in the gloom
Where they keep the reading room
Don’t need bright colors on the wall
Don’t need sunlight at all

Fleeting thought like words read
From the sitting room
To the bed
Feed your mind with the touch

You are the pride
Survivor of the tribe
Feelings never end
Page returns at rivers bend

Few wonder about you
Exception to the rule