soul stirring poems

Saying goodbye To someone you love Is like reading the final page Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends You begin to notice Just how beautiful And perfect The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy And even the pain As you read and thumb Through every page.

Finally understanding The moral of the story, You realize you've reached The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence   Is the most difficult to read Another great book awaits Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble Upon yet another great find. Or maybe you'll return To the book you left behind.

Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave your house or apartment. Go out into the world.

It's all right to carry a notebook but a cheap one is best, with pages the color of weak tea and on the front a kitten or a space ship.

Avoid any enclosed space where more than three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks across the muffled tennis courts.

Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write. And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle where a child a year or two old is playing as his mother browses the ranks of the dead.

Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf. The title, the author's name, the brooding photo on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher it gets, the wider he grins.

You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody in the world frowns and says, "Shhhh."