by Nick Gisburne
The books spill out in waves to flood the floor
And lost among their pages sits a boy
With every question answered there are more
They promise him the path to peace and joy
He feeds upon the wisdom of the world
Devouring ancient lessons taught through time
And as the signs he seeks are each unfurled
He meets another mountain he must climb
He listens, hearing footsteps in the street
And trembles to the music of her voice
Without her love his life is incomplete
The day she breathes his name he can rejoice
His books describe the deepest, darkest art
But none reveal the doorway to a heart
