PY:Elation

All my attempts at poetry end up being oh-so-melancholy for reasons I can't fathom! Here's hoping to write something cheerful:)

Exhausted and weary

I reach home and open the door

Not wanting to contemplate

Another dreary day

My phone and laptop

Are but distractions

While they keep away my demons

I wish for something less ephemeral

Perhaps heaven heard me sigh

And directed my gaze hither

A book--as worn and weary as me

Yet my eyes look no farther:my treasure is here!

I touch it with reverence

For it holds the soul of someone

Soothing are the dog-eared corners to my feverish fingers 

Enchanting is the perfume that emanates from within

I open it to find a note from decades ago

One mortal who bequeathed this to another

There's something magical about knowing

You hold something that's touched many people

For a race that struggles to find immortality

The answer's not in potions and vials

But in our very own minds--for thoughts are immortal

They shape words that transcend time and reach eternity.