Reading

I'm sailing on the wings of dragons
with their gallivanting grace,
past handsome princes rescue ready
and damsels draped in silk and lace.

Child heroes rise from ashes
among fairies, folklore, phantasmic frills.
Roving nomads brave the forest,
suspenseful snapes - salacious thrills.

Words will wring a writer's secrets
stripping naked words as pages turn.
They dance behind my drooping eyelids;
in my hands these pages burn.

Data

Clicking, ticking, tapping,
tinging, pinging,
and all over the world a picture or word,
an idea hops and skips and jumps.
It tingles, jingles, or speaks;
it sings and dances
and breathes.