A Golden Book

Day by day we pass so many faces, so many to examine
So many, moving about
So many untold stories
Like an endless library for us
Endless books to read

And yet not as easy as one would hope
These breathing, moving, living books has covers
Covers formed and created by manner,attraction, appeal, knowledge
Information, titles, feelings and actions
Not all poses all.
Not all as colorful

These books attract with covers
Get judges because of covers

Already you shorten the list
Less books you want to open

Not all books rein on the same shelf
Not all poses the ladder for the high shelves
Not all poses a ladder

Each cover lures the spectator to a unique story
And true to the fact
The spectator is forced to open the book by own means
Before the story is read or told and start to unfold
Only by your will will you reach the stories end.

I am the book hunter
But unlike your first image

I wish only to hunt that wich is not written
I wish only to hunt the golden book
I wish only to poses the book with the golden pages
Filled with golden words

My life will be content at the stories end
It will suck me deeper and the stories of the past wil be just that
Left to dissipate as forgotten tales

I want to know the book with the golden pages
And share my love with her.