My breath mists the night air
The sea laps gently against the docks and the many ships in the harbor.
I pick the one I shall take today.
I try not to judge it by its cover, but I can't help it.
Its high mast shall take me far, and old worn wood suggests times past
I walk up and begin to untie it from the dock
300 pages, this might be a long journey
I feel nervous with excitement and apprehension
My stomach churning like the sea after a storm
Shall I enjoy the journey?
Shall the book end up dull or drawling?
Shall I be crashed against rocks of disappointment as my favorite characters die or my love interests don't end up together?
Shall it be a journey to that place I've always known but never been able to find?
A land filled honey and adventure and the smell of dragons breath?
I sigh and step on the boat, pulling up the sails of imagination, and turning duo north.
I arrive at the land by noon
greeted by strange people and sites
Handsome knights and powerful sorceresses
Castles creeping with ivy and rivers babbling with adventure
But soon those people have become my friends, and those sites my home
We journey together through even stranger sights, but together and make those places home too
We battle dark enemies, fall in love, and discover secrets
But eventually, all the foes have been vanquished
and all the pages turned
So I must go home
For I am only a visitor from far away lands
And though I may wish it, I am only permitted to stay so long
So I say goodbye to my friends
I get up on my sailboat and let the wind catch me
If it weren't for that wind i might have never had the energy to leave.
I stair at the land, and feel a rising longing in my chest
As the sight of the places, we fought battles, made friends, and talked
I even miss those evil enemies we had vanquished
But, soon, the land has faded into mist.
And I have returned back to the docks
And the sun is setting.
But as I look at the many other boats
I realize even here, in my world, I am only a visitor from far away lands
Because my land is with Frodo, and Mr. Darcy, and Kendra.
My home is on the planet dune, is in the Gryffindor common room, is among the chocolate in Willy Wonka's Factory.
For when I return from these places I'm surrounded by strangers
For I am a traveler of books
A visitor from far away lands