Pieces

As I read,                                                     

I find pieces of me,

Hidden in the words,

Mixed in the ink. 

The stories I love,

Characters I hold dear,

All embrace me,

Like an old friend from long ago.

As each story opens up,

The pages wrap around me,

Exposing their hearts,

The paper bleeds stories.

Each word soaks in,

Filling me with joy,

They set me a flight,

To all the places I adore.

Where the sun never sets,

And adventure never dies,

Those are the places I wish to spend all of my time.