Library Of Dreams #poem #booknerd

Shelves sit dusty, cobwebs drip down the ceiling

The scent of old paper fills the air.

She wanders between the bookcases

Trailing a finger along rows of leather spines.

One glows a shade of gold, and she halts before it, curious

Pinching the spine and pulling the book free.

Its yellowed pages slide open, and a bright light bursts forth.

A hot sun, rolling ocean waves and lush beach materialize before her eyes.

Gold coins from a shipwreck glitter in the sea foam rolling along the sand.

Amazed,...