A giant book spreads,
A window to the soul’s depths,
Beyond real-world sight.
The poetry comes to life,
Painting truths in gold and grey.

On the right, a storm,
Thunder shakes the paper sea,
Dark waves crashing high.
She stands at the edge of fear,
Watching as the lightning strikes.

A lone surfer rides,
Taming the wild, ink-black crests,
Defying the wind.
She reaches to turn the page,
Aching for his safety now.

Sunlight on the left,
While the right is drowned in spray,
Worlds of hope and dread.
She wonders if her own hand,
Can save him from the white foam.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)