The Library

are stories

is leather-bound paper

is a tale waiting to be told

to be released is the music of words

symphony of sentences

is the book

gripped between hands

the connection of

person to paper

the brown eyes

scanning a writer's testimony

is that grey-haired woman

pacing the rows

thick glasses reflecting sliver-etch tiles

is the gentle opening of the door

the cold touch of wind

whispery fingers on your skin

the musty smell of ancient books

of dog-eared pages of hundred years gone by

is silent speech lifting

silent words of the crisp paper

in the snake-like line

is the tight bun of the librarian's

hair pulled back with a pencil

the sharp click of the red stamp

is the father

the lifting of the freshly-inked book

*Due June 9th*

the brisk opening of the door

another story to be told

- Mistilyn [MistyRain17]