They sit in piles on my bureau,
Stacks on end tables and desktop.
They stand in rows on shelves and are silent.
Each holds it own unique secrets.
I can hear their silent words, and
feel their thoughts pushing against their covers.
They wait and are patient.
A wealth of knowledge standing by,
always steady in their thoughts, never changing their minds,
dependable and steadfast,
reliable and faithful.
I feel their presence surround me,
taste their flavor,
and am overwhelmed by their potential.
They hold the keys to so much,
so much just waiting on the shelves, desktops and end tables
enriching my space with their presence,
waiting for me to open their covers and
set their words free.