Ember Library
Between the stacks, an ember glow—
stories warming their own shadows.
Dust drifts like slow snow through lamp-gold;
a spine cracks open, and years spill out.
Stay awhile. The shelves keep watch
while silence turns the pages for you.
Between the stacks, an ember glow—
stories warming their own shadows.
Dust drifts like slow snow through lamp-gold;
a spine cracks open, and years spill out.
Stay awhile. The shelves keep watch
while silence turns the pages for you.