Dreaming In the Library
This genteel lady contemplates,
A pensive glance across each page.
Her book by choice; deliberates.
This novel from a bygone age,
A sad romantic love affair.
With wistful smile, then vacant look,
Partakes the comfort of a chair.
As perfume lingers on the book,
Imagination will impart,
This fantasy inside her head.
A young girl with a broken heart.
Her handsome suitor, she thinks dead.
Some time goes by, more teardrops flow.
With gentleness i brush her face,
A smile appears and then i know.
Once more she's played with style and grace,
An actress with the leading role.
Sweet memories, are fading fast,
This library, it soothes the soul
Since days of splendour, long gone past.
She waves and curtsies; no ones there.
A far off voice inside my head,
Broke memories we both did share.
Wake up! It's time to go, it said.
8/ 10/ 2015.
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