Old gem.

Like some old gem
someday' - you may find me amongst the shelves
Of an old flea Market
The walls wispering the way, you'll turn your direction to the light, may it flicker - you'll know I'm there , my spirit sitting
By the pages, old and some sort dusty

Once you pick up where I left off, many dreams may come, and so there the delighted one
Who's heart spoke the souls language of love

Finds the gold beneath the sun, and sets each moon alight with glory

Only then to know me true and well, the makings of each story.