She lies awake,
the rain,
a ghost tapping outside the window.
Footsteps through the blackness of the hall
and her hands guide her through the night.
A reflection of light reveals a door knob,
and curiousness guides her to the door.
"Creeeeaaaak"
and the world stops around her.
The door,
a portal to a land of shelves,
books stacked showing no skin of the
ancient bookshelves.
Books as old as time itself were among
ones that have never been touched.
This is truly a land of magic as she stepped
through the empty halls.
She walked among the bookshelves,
some warm some cold
Within these bookshelves
are books and in those books are
adventures.
In those weeks she kept
coming and coming and coming.
The adventures...Oh the adventures!
When she came, she would look at the
books and they would whisper,
"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen"
Every one of the bookshelves told a thousand stories.
On some, the creatures clawing to escape the worn bindings
But some silent,
Not ready to be read,
like the treasures they contained.
The clock spun
round and round
round and round
Every day she grew older and older
But the books still told her,
YOU ARE READING
Life Of An Imaginer
PoetryJust a poem about a girl, a library, and her becoming a dreamer and an imaginer.
