Insight

You hath made my so called peace;
Of my concious efforts and disease
Of timeless glancing throughout a tome
Presents me the peace a ton.

Thy wispy command maketh me to lull
My shabby intellect at the cost null
Practice of reading; the home
Of enlightenment yields as a bird's young.

Thee envious and generous to dull
The ignorance in the realm of hell;
As the sorcerer do in their dome
Such is thy beauty among aeon.

O! My dear reading! Thou art my peace
And thy blessings on me pours bright
As of the age old giver of warmth.
Dear reading! Thou shalt be my insight.