Creaky stairs and aphonic dreams

Besiege me as I caress countless spines

My fingertips touching limitless sequences, arrangements

That somehow make sense.

The eld reeks across the room-

A faint bibliochor settling over me

Feels like a daydream

But I haven’t seen the sun in a million years

The only light I behold

Is from the pulsating flame of the candle

That melts its way through my nimble hand every night.

As I dance through the old bookshelves

With the train of white satin lurking behind me

I hear a symphony-

A symphony too sweet to be somewhere this brown

My candle inhales the honey

And leads me to the darkest corner one can see.

There lie a few wilted daisies

With their petals like spider legs

And I can’t help but imagine how

They wait to see the sun

Which they haven’t seen in a million years

Because the only light they behold

Is from the pulsating flame of the candle

That melts its way through my nimble hand every night.