Library Longings

Its this uncanny fascination I have for libraries. I have been to many, big and small. And there are many many yet to go to.

the smell of old books, of all sorts of looks
the charm of platforms, the wooden desks and chairs
the staircases, the ladders, the sticks, and the reading lairs

for the young for the old
for the mild for the bold
one for the night one for the day
one for the bright one for the lay
and always one for the road.

the glass, the globe, the lantern
the clock, the cushion, the tavern

the immersion, the pleasure of the reading time
the pausing of the possibly everlasting rhyme

peace peace peace is what there is
that's where the heart lies, and that's where it is.