The sun had set at its usual hour

bringing excitement for a new found desire

of a book of mischeif or maybe magical power

 

we ran to the couch with an eager thrill

and daddy read as we listened still

as we hung to every suprising and unexpected word with will

 

Witches and forests that were frozen

to adventerous journeys unchosen

 

each word that was read

had danced in our head

and painted a place 

that held no time or space

 

still to this day when the the sun sets I reminisce and will never forget

all his magical heroes and wonderous woodlands that continue their immortal duet