k a watson  2 days ago
The bell jingles
The door opens
The little figure hunched over
A parchement long forgotten
In time and space

My hads skim the volumes
My nose inhales the fragrance
Emotion over comes my being
I begin to run
Down the isles and up the stairs
Grabbing beautiful lights at random

Laughter bubbles from inside as I dance
Among the tall shelves that hold precious life

It is over too soon
My father calls to me
He tells me to pick only one
My happiness evaporates
How could I just choose one?

We soon leave
I empty handed
And his arms filled with knowledge
But I would return
I would return many a times
To relive that memory