One Book

Where It Started

By Rebekah Perkins

There was something magical about that night,

Hid underneath the covers with a book and a flashlight,

Taking in every word, filled with anticipation and worry,

My being completely in the story.

I was captivated by that olden age,

'Til at last, I turned that last page, 

And with a sigh shut that book,

All previous dreams I then forsook.

That book had captured my mind, my soul,

And through it into my heart a single thought stole:

Could I pen such words to capture?

Could I inspire such marvelous rapture?