I lie here in bed reading
a book of imagination
Imagining a world before
television stole the audience
Where actor and actress
was a vision you created
Stories so engrossing
you're lost within
A time when everyone
knew the power of a book
When television was nonexistent
Imagination mental not visual
When your mind was a window
Your eyes were ears to the words
without motion that became so real
You were the painter
The painting wasn't painted
Sentences so descriptive
You're left In awe
The author your master
Their Imagination your cage
A slave to their words
Lost In worlds for hours
Unlike any you've ever Imagined
Date: Sep 18th 2009
The title needs substance. Any help would be appreciated. -Thanks
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