Paper Soul

She is beautiful

Rough edges

And a cracked spine

Never turn away those

Who have a hungry mind

She is immortal

Ink blood

Flows through her soul

She has a thousand hearts

Beating young and old

She is strong

Countless caresses, slams

Excited gasps and relieved sighs

Leave her core untouched

Though she stirs some mighty minds

She is a song

Spend some time with her

Listen to her words

Her tune may change, but the music will not fade

In your voice those notes will be heard

She is a part of you

Every reader leaves their mark on her surface

A finger print, a bent page, a smear

And she leaves hers on your mind, your heart and your soul

Where it shines through you like sunbeams, or moonlight or maybe even just a single twinkling star