.....And In That Old Book

....And in that old book

Sits a page torn at the edge

Holding climax with a sigh.

...And in that old book

Sleeps a rose

Spreading fragrance of time's prime.

....And in that old book

Rests a bookmark

Carrying the hope of troubled time.

....And in that old book

Remembers an ink mark

Sketching the map of someone's mind.

....And in that old book

Deepens a water mark

Spilling the filled brim.

....And in that old book

Etches a story

Dropped dead from a pen

And lived in another heart.