Surrounded by books–
The smell of pages and dreams
Drifting through the air;
Breathing quietly,
It feels so serene
To know there’s so many
Hearts
Beating around me.
Hearts filled with courage and grief,
With love and pain–
Eyes that traverse
Time and space,
Just to look
Right back at me.
I can feel no pain here,
Surrounded by books.
They defend me from
War and grief,
And they always
Soothe me
Even as they
Isolate me.
I am happiest here,
In silence and love.
Here, there are people.
Old friends, and new friends–
The children of writers
And daydreamers.