Books a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

My best friend never spoke a word but said it all as a presager to manifest will. Destiny a tool to the will, a scroll to the vision, a reality to the imagination, a wing to each in and out breathe that turns the pages and sows the sages books of the age's minds of the heart of the matter. Preventer of thoughts that scatter, keeper of dreams that matter. Transcended when emotions shatter a site universal to the minds eye flown through a higher mind in the sky. An endless book that will never die. I wish I could read them all.