Stopping at Lily's mountain cabin

Stopping at Lily's mountain cabin

a book club of ten books

We sit beside the fire and read
fantastic stories of the past
of emperor of all maladies
of elves in Middle-earth vast;
 
Of golden Chrysanthemums
in Wuthering Heights
of coming winter and a 
pebble in starry skies

 
We sit beside the fire and chat
of how the world will be

Is there a ciphering machine 

that imitates the Almighty?

 
For still there are so many pages
that we will never glean
in every word in every line
there is a different scene.
 
We climb mountains and slope
down with those we barely knew
the tiniest conquestor of earth
and a girl with the dragon tattoo
 
But all the while we sit and think
of times there were before,
we listen for returning feet
and voices of good ol' Bilbo