willful suspension of disbelief.

Library Walls

A distant bell yawns a chime,
The notes all dance in rippled rhyme.
Dampened, crumbling concrete tables
Exchange ancient, earthy fables.
Trees cast their shadows on crimson bricks
Upon which winding, verdant vines transfix.
Crows and sparrows shout feathered calls,
All outside the library walls.

Through marbled masonry and double doors,
It leads to spiraled stairs and secret floors.
Dusty sunbeams smile through windows;
Shafts of light strike crinkled prose.
Brittle pages arise from lonesome dreams,
Transforming from ink to fantasy schemes.
Castles and dragons, Jurassic dinosaurs,
Underground bat caves and tropical shores,
Gods and heavens and outer space,
A biography of a familiar face,
Eskimos, Indians, and presidents,
A desert oasis and camping tents,
Volcanoes, mountains, and waterfalls,
All within the library walls.

I prefer books to computer screens.

peace.
-lise.