Library’s Silence

A Poem

Image by Maxime from Pixabay

The lights flicker on,
halls and cubbies silent
as a new day begins.

Dust particles flutter
through the musty air,
I quietly wander
The Great Hall
mopping the wood floor.

Books line the shelves,
sitting at attention
in rows that go on and on
in this library
that was once a church.

Stories and histories,
secrets waiting to be read,
surrounded by ghosts
of authors long dead.

A lone book
sits on a table
in the peaceful reading room,
open and ready
for someone to
digest its knowledge and bloom.

I hunch over
and take a peek,
and what do I see…
words from the Philosopher’s
which always strikes a key.

The silence is wonderful
on this chilled Winter’s day,
soon the library will be full
and the day on its way.

© Dave Logan 2024

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