Waiting To Be Taken
I took a nap where surrounds are hushed-
each voice boundly sealed.
Silently awaiting me patiently-
prepared ambitiously to perform at will.
Each one stood straight, proud and tall.
Thus, even side by side;
they compassed me about as I considered them all.
Some veracious, and those designed to scandal even secret lies.
They all speak knowledge-
some with the golden rule- tailored for my eyes
to behold their revealing sense of style.
They abide in coolness- from the heat of the day.
Each has value, though some are aged.
Revised - yes, but never refused- ready to be taken for your personal use.
None are inferior, but rather bold- they come freely and are never sold.
"I wrote this when I woke up from my nap, at the Library."
aka Reveal
