For The Love Of A Good Book?
If I had just one wish That wish would ever have to be To break free of these shackles Locked by no-one else but me Through words etched without paper That time let slip away For the soliloquy to be mine I'd wish for every day High seas seek a wreckage White lines of vengeful tide The deep blue penetrates and still Dilutes nothing inside Long sought dreams I'd memorise Even with the chance I’d step aside Still haunted by the phantoms and their sighs No ship heard when I cried To be cast to the open sea Is all that I have craved Or settle to this cell of mine For either way I'm saved Forget-me-nots still glisten In every morning due I wish for nothing yet for all Though all is nothing true