In the silence of the night, a book opens wide,
Words dance and whisper, tales they confide.
Worlds unfold in the quiet of my room,
Where imagination blossoms, dispelling gloom.

Pages turn slowly, each one a treasure,
Adventures and dreams in limitless measure.
Heroes and villains, love and despair,
A universe of stories, laid out with care.

Through the boundless realms of a writer’s mind,
I travel through time, leaving reality behind.
The ink on paper, a portal to see,
The wonders and mysteries, waiting for me.

So I read on, with heart and soul,
Each book a new chapter, making me whole.
For in the pages, I find my flight,
In the magic of reading, my endless delight.