Curious, I pick up a book
The writer unknown to me
I enter someone else’s world
To explore the life they lived
To feel the love they lost
To embrace the joy they felt
To share the pain they hid
I begin to explore the world unknown.
The joyous ride begins
I meet and greet new people on the way
I read who they are
Their name known, their face unknown,
Yet in them I find a reality of my own.
Then comes the time to bid goodbye
By the time I close the last page,
I have found a friend,
Who is sitting seas away frome me
Neither whose face I know nor his name
All I know of him is what he writes.