#vellichor
Lying together quieting a garden in us after the rain
Each one breathes we remember deep in a soil drain
A vellichor scent, strange, wistful second-hand book
That smell of old paper turning lives stories we took,
They're no longer ours, but linger ghosts of unaware
Touch us, we once belonged, a life fully lived & bare,
I hold you in the trace of you, so real in a fading zeal,
Ever a presence in an absence, your soul covered teal
Reading longing you almost arrive sands thru hands,
Peruse the margins in you lives never lived soft lands
Feel the very mists start to move where we can grow,
Swim in the love of love wherever it may even a flow
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 8:37 AM UTC
_Vellichor (n.): the strange wistfulness of used bookstores._
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
a sweet chime dings
as you walk through the door
you breath in the smell
of cherished tomes
and are drawn in
to a world of possibilities
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC