Echoes

I'm a shallow well,Repeating the same verses,Like an old echo. Weep into my depths, O Muse,And fill me with purpose To the very end,We're all just telling stories,So does it matter,That after all of this time,I have but just one to tell?

What Books Need

Some books need coffee,A quiet lounge at midday,Gentle distractions.My mind wanders to and fro,Sweetly consuming slow words. Others need darkness,A calamitous ruin,Rain and thunder on.May the world dissolve away,So long as I can read on. My favorites need you,Bright-eyed passionate reader,To cut out my heart,And exchange our bleeding souls,To reveal the truth in us.