a book

[cacian]

I feel my draft
has come at last
long gone is time
that cries for help
I neither try
to hide or ply
my emotives are
mine to ride
I let the pages
fall apart
a book that feels
it has a past
is reached
its duty
it's a gasp

another page begins
to brass
a moment captured
in a flash
a word is glanced
a meaning fast
and
luminated
as it lanced
a line in speechless
mode is cast
the sense of speed
is truly tranced
a book is classed
and history's blast

[krishna_lit]

expresses the kind of dream you once quoted about writing books....