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![]() Author has written 4 stories for Fairy Tales. If perchance we should happen to meet Crossing the street one particular sunny morning And should we smile at each other Then maybe I would invite you into my home Up the stairs we would climb, up and up and up Until we reached the library that is my conscience And miles high book shelves would stretch Filled with my thoughts, bound in leather and cloth Should you scan those shelves which are so dear to me You may find titles such as Love and Hate, Happiness and Sadness, Jealousy and Kindness, Whereupon you would probably proclaim in a loud voice ‘These books have no meaning!’ And I should have to disagree with you, And with determination I would lead you Up the stairs, up and up and up Until we reached the top of the book shelf And then I would show you books filled with pictures Pictures of my thoughts, dreams and visions Perchance you may find a book filled with pictures of people- A modern day girl stuck in a fantasy world. A god who cares for no one and everyone- Waves of the sea roaring as his heart is unlocked. A girl dancing in the air in the middle of the night As she struggles to solve a bloody mystery, A blue eyed girl with a flame at her fingertips. ‘These are meaningful, are they not?’ I would ask, And if you should still disagree with me And should you argue that these books have no significance Then I would say that perhaps you are right: Thoughts, feelings, dreams and vision are less meaningful When they are written down on paper. But somehow they all make sense in my mind And for you I do my best to write them down, to explain It is not an easy task. And so I give you one book, one precious thought, as a gift Down the stairs we would descend, down and down and down Until we reached the bottom of the shelf And with a polite bow and a small, sad smile You leave my home, my book clutched tight under your arm And should you decide to look at this book You should find a few simple words penned within: ‘To love is to know To seek is to find To imagine is to create.’ Perhaps these words will make no sense to you, For they barely make sense to me, even as I write them down But perhaps you may understand That every thought, every dream, every word, every vision, every action Is meaningful. Even such a small gesture As two strangers smiling at each other While crossing the road on a particular sunny morning. |