Unbroken • Poetry

five

I dream of a library:
Walls piled high with books,
On every table, and hidden away,
A cosy reading nook.

I dream of a library;
Wooden doorway, so ornate-
Iron shutters on frosted windows
And a fire burning in the grate.

I dream of a library;
An introvert palace by day
Where angels stutter, their wings a-flutter,
And faeries come out to play.

I dream of a library;
Where silence is the principal sound,
Save for candles burning and pages turning,
And contentment all around.

I dream of a library,
That is filled with paper dreams.
And magic spells on wooden shelves,
Words bursting at their seams.

I dream of a library;
I have since I was twelve
Where I will spend my days 'til my vision fades
And I die, a memory in the shelves.

-Winter 2017