WHILE PAGES FLY OFF THE BOOK - by Eve Roper

WHILE  PAGES  FLY  OFF  THE  BOOK    by  Eve Roper  Reading brings me to  another world of freedom.  While pages fly off the book,  so does in my mind,  as I become the figure in another place in time.  Morning tropical  sun showers its breath form rays  on the sandy forlorn shore. Barefoot on the beach, warm fine sand between my toes, the smell, and taste of salt air  on my face and lips.  Balmy wind wafts a few loose  strands of hair across my face.  My eyes squinting in  the sun glare to see clearly  the small sailboat out upon  calm viridian hue and marine blue ocean  against the blue horizon. Majestic stillness a yearn sublime radiant  blue, sound of scattering waves.