a labyrinth of

shelves, filled with

the breath of romance,

the thrill of a chase,

the mystery of murder.

low yellow light bleeds

from the shadows

while fairies( or dust)

float from shadow to light

and the fragrance of leather

permeates the room.

the mind senses the

monsters that peer over

the top shelf with light

glinting off the eyes

or the slump of the

nineteenth century

detective as he peers

through his glass.

you can hear the

heart beat beneath

the floor while the

battles of our country

play out around each

corner. the pages smell

of history as the words

bring to life the images

of our mind.