It’s an early morning
cold and misty
through the haunting library windows.
They promise sunshine later on in the day,
they stand whitish and ghostly.
Spooky icy rivulets snake down the pane,
willing me to come close and touch them,IF I DARE.
See,they could be tears of trapped ghosts,ghosts of learned scholars who never had enough of the library,
or they could be tears of librarians long gone,but who seek vengence for unlawful replacement.
Even worse,they could be tears of wicked proffesors who regret failing students injustly.
They could be tears of angry anythings!!
so i DARE NOT.
I dare not touch the spooky icy rivulets on the whitish ghostly window.
i dare not hold their stare.
i look back at my books and read,
okay….and pretend,to be reading,
until the first ray of sun dries them all out,
Those spooky icy rivulets on the whitish ghostly library windows.