I like to read slowly,
As if, through osmosis,
I could absorb the majesty
Of ink upon the page.
I love to run my nail
Along paper's edge,
Teetering on the equilibrium
Of fate moving forward.
If a picture's worth a thousand words,
And all the world's a stage,
Then, the Cosmos contain a single story
Waiting to be read
Beneath a quilt of clouds
By the light of the moon,
While being rocked by the sea.