Bibliothekronomos

Oh but night so often lies heavy

Wandering the library, keeping the flame

I wish I knew yet what a heart is for

This one of mine feels full

of a million secret places

Chapters of the earth no one will read

But love and duty hold me fast

to dust and curate each

For whom?

Where place the face of God seen

thundering through the dunes?

The peaceful breath of sleep from lovers lips?

Sore feet in bloody shoes outside the town no longer home?

The sweetest shattering of letting go?

Will I weep, I wonder, when it goes

up high in sacred fire?

Or feel release in duty done,

and rest upon the pyre?

I've long forgotten (never knew?) from where the task was writ

But faithfully I tend the shelves

and keep the candles lit