In the silence of the night, I find
A sanctuary in pages worn
Whispers of tales, both old and kind
In every line, a new world is born

The ink dances with stories untold
Weaving dreams of distant lands
Characters with hearts brave and bold
Guided by unseen, gentle hands

Between the lines, a secret call
Inviting me to wander and roam
A universe within margins small
Where every word becomes a home

And as the dawn begins to break
The book closes, but still it stays
A journey taken, a soul awake
Awaiting the next enchanted phrase