She was someone who liked to read an awful lot. Sat in her room all night, wondering
How is it that I cannot be part of that world?
How is it that I have to sit here, pondering
Looking out of my window and seeing stars form them all, all those who I read about.
And as I look away, they disappear, dissolve into the night
Why cannot they stay with me?
And one early morning when she woke up,
the sky was a shimmer of blue.
found pearls in her hair
And a note by her bed
It told her:
“Your Dream has Come True”
She ran outside, disbelieving, and the Book opened before her eyes
Told her all its secrets,
Glowing from inside,
as the pages turned themselves.
“Are you ready to join us?” cried voices from within the Book
in a mesmerising chorus of echoes, echoes
And she cried in return, but her voice got lost
In the dance of a myriad speckles.
She put on her travelling shoes,
but in her heart, she was still a princess.
Switched robes for a cloak and crown for hat
Took with her a map and a compass.
The voices were howling, the wind picked her up
As she bid her castle goodbye
That day was the last; will she ever be back?
Perhaps we will know it in time.