Translated

The push of life ,like an avalanche falls, And thoughts like a cyclone around me swirl . Issue after issue seek me with desperate calls, To the degree that my very life should unfurl. Day after day and time after time these hounds pursue, With violet intent, their snapping and snarling I hear. So I run, yes run, to escape those who seek to undo, To the refuge so welcome ,so absorbing,so near. As I am enveloped into my rescuers eye Drawn away from all trains of my station, My life is morphed into his perception And all my chasing hounds die. The avalanche births a snowman so still And the cyclone a breeze becomes, For his lines keenly present his bill And I ride the waves of his songs. As I glean his story, time and space realign They demand my total attention. And I leave reality behind Being nudged in a captivating situation. New sights,new sounds,new personalities arise Fresh views,smart lines,cool thinking comes through, In awe I see and hear the heroes surmise These pages draw me in and I become part too. Sheltered from those daily onslaughts so baiting I enjoy these great adventures as my imagination looks Far beyond to people and places each so fascinating All while enraptured in the pages of any of many books. 5. The feeling of getting lost in a book