Double doors lead to other worlds
a hush among a thousand voices
pad along wooden floors
peaceful in its controlled chaos.
Cinnamon and leather permeate the air
fingertips on weathered spines
long legs fold into a perfect chair
taste the ink on your lips, in your mind.
The crinkle of pages falls away
between dawn’s bright chirps
and the wrinkle of sun fading
straight past darkened shadows
to the sanctuary of words
that are awaiting.
NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Explore a small, defined place.