Proem: Well, once more I leave you, the reader, a small piece of poetry that I have concocted for your pleasure or, I hope, your delight, to my loving eyes it shines bright; its beauty a forgone conclusion in the vision of this beholder. In your minds eye however, who could know? So please, do forgive me if it is not your fare, I am but a lowly poetaster that would be remiss to make comparison of my words and their power to move you, to works of those dear departed souls that have blown you away with poetry -Cliff Pyke
“The Book”
By Cliff Pyke
As I brush the dust from your faded cover
I remember you were once my jaded lover
that I took to bed with me
now as I hold you in my hands again I think,
you took me time and again to the brink
within your strange and distant lands
As I visit once again your fragile pages
that have become so yellowed with the ages
I’ll remember loving you until the end
then saying my thoughtful goodbyes
To think, I once judged you by your cover
yet still somehow took you for my lover
for a night or two of wakeful dreams
until I finished reading through
then I fell asleep with you
in my dreamy head, within my lonely bed
surely then you did become
my one well written friend
Now as I hold you here in my hands
as I look at you once more and think
I caress you again in tender need,
Of your strange and distant sands
this night I linger here my friend
and hunger for much the same
to fall asleep with you my dear,
In dreams your whispered name
© November 30th 2006
Written by Clifford Patrick Pyke aktb Hero of Zero
1st Revision, Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
2nd Revision, Friday, February 1st, 2008