There somewhere lies the story

In the closed book
Lies a story
Of past memories
mixed with fantasy

Eyes read the written
Words conjure the picture
Mind weaves the stories
Some regular, some crazy

In that lies that white house
with that fence, bright green
Those flowers in the garden
Rose, lily, daffodils and daisy

Those thoughts and feelings
Anger, envy and love
Those relations and conversations
Some silent, some noisy

That gentle touch

And that savage grope

The cold and the warmth

Sometimes harsh, sometimes cozy

The two minds meet
The writer and the reader
On the pages, in the closed book
And there somewhere lies the Story