I read a few pages,

A chapter at the very most,

Then I do to asleep, fall,

Past the many pages, past what I’ve read do I crawl…

The book lies open & pages flitter on my lap,

Most times I only get a short cat nap,

But dreams do persist of what I’ve read,

Of times & experiences that others have lead…

Eventually though I awaken again with fervor,

My book lying next to me waiting for me to again become its observer,

Again, I read some more, and of course, do fall asleep pretty fast,

Back into the dreaming of wht this particular book has through my mind, past.

© -ed- 10/1/20