“Open a book
and before long
you're lost
on seas never crossed
in a dream ship
storm-tossed
that will bring you ashore
where no one's yet been.
There through forests
of green
unknown wild words
you will follow
bluebirds
that lead you to where
in high magic air
you will find a gold door.
Turn the key in the lock,
cross a floor
never crossed.
On a gold table find,
by a lamp's bedside beam,
a great golden book
in whose pages you will
find greater gold still,
world within world,
dream within dream.
Turn a page, have a look.
Get lost in a book.”
William J. Smith
