A poem for a feeling I love.

                  
                                                    Book Magic
                                              
                                                              I'd been reading it,
                                                              Taking the journey the writer
                                                              Laid before me,
                                                              The excitement was growing,
                                                             Success once again swallowed by
                                                              Failure,
                                                              Disappointment in one matter,
                                                              Relief in another,
                                                              So much happening!!
                                                              So many questions suspended
                                                              Overhead!
                                                              Endless wondering,
                                                              And then...stop.
                                                              That was the last page.

                                                              This is how you know when a book
                                                              Is good,
                                                              By its book magic,
                                                              Its tendency with every page
                                                              To pull you further in,
                                                              Further into its world,
                                                              It devours you pleasantly,
                                                              Jaws locking you inside,
                                                              Then, right when you don't want it
                                                               Reality's light comes to find you.
                                                              Book addictive,
                                                              Book magic.

                                                              Upon weaving my own tales
                                                              With the tip of my pen,
                                                               I remember time and time again,
                                                              That book magic,
                                                        That will capture you no matter where or when
                                     
                                                                                       E.J Norris