Books’ Conspiracy

Alas…
Tonight, Tonight,
Silence is absent no longer.
Will the evil obscurity grow stronger?
Not this night!
Outdoors, the rain rips the floor,
Darkness skims the surface of a Bookstore.
Indoors, two honest dilatory smiles
Effuse pure radiance through the tiles.
A Hysterical storm of glow
Suffuses and depicts both
An escapist, unlit Storyteller
And a mysterious, glistening Bookseller!
Alas… the weather!
And the books conspire…
(Do they end together?)
  • Frederico Vicente