Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my eyes.
Reading about truth and some lies.
You’ll definitely find me hiding.
The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.
The bookstore is dark.
I turn on the lights.
Rows of bookcases loom tall.
I open the curtains.
The Florida sun flows in through picture windows.
Bright squares fall across the floor.
The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs.
A counter with stools to the right,
where I would serve coffee and pastries.
Book stacks to the left.
Yes, it’s all coming alive to me.
A bookstore/ coffee shop
in the seaside town of Oasis.
Little did I know of the otherworldly plans
taking place at the same time as mine.
Plans that are in no way
as peaceful and innocent as mine.
THE DEAD GAME
THE EVIL ONE
The smell of a bookstore.
The enticing aroma.
It draws me inside.
Pulling me into its embrace.
Shelf after shelf of books.
Books that have one purpose.
To keep their words safe.
For someone, like me, to enjoy.
Sunlight streams in.
Highlighting the dust mites in the air.
I reach for a book.
Is this the best one for me?
Pages are rustling in the next aisle.
Other people are lost in their books.
Maybe I don’t need to pick just one.
History, mystery, cooking,
What to choose?
Do I need to choose?
I feel like skipping down the block.
I leave the store with bags of books.
Eager to read them.
Eager to learn for them.
Life is good today.