Verse

Lost in the woods

Of volumes of books

I seek myself

Lingering in many lives, many emotions

In knowing and learning.

Lost in the pages 

Of  numerous binders

I relish the unknown

Like a first hand experience

Etched on the heart, sketched on the soul.

I transition in a life cycle

From larva to a Monarch.

I swim across oceans, I dive into craters

Lost in the stacks, in the tightly packed racks

I flip through pages like days of a many lifetimes.

All lived, zipped into paperbacks

Tucked into hardcovers.

I see illustrations pulling me in 

Opening doors to human imaginations

Unleashing awe of many creations.

Through dogeared piles

Through browned calico bound stacks

I transform and tread

From a mendicant to a monk

From a pauper to a princess.

From gullible to guarded.

Lost I say, but what a trope that!

Found perhaps is a better fit.

Pictured - Municipal Law library - Munich.