They sit in piles on my bureau,

stacks on end tables and desktops.

They stand in rows on shelves and are silent.

Each holding its own unique secrets.

I can hear their silent words, and

feel their thoughs 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 falvor,

and am overshelmed 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 there words free.