My Escape
By E.G. Desso
The soft spray of the sea upon my face;
The feeling of warmth on a winter's night.
Thou art my escape hatch to a new place;
And when I need it, thee gives me insight.
Thou art my favorite present of all,
One I can open over and over.
Thee helps me up whenever I may fall;
Like a doll, on a shelf thee may hover.
Thou art a big hug after a hard day;
A soothing shower after a long run.
The sun shining down, coming out to play;
Thou art all of these things, plus lots of fun.
And now if you take a very close look,
You'll see that I'm talking about a book.