Whisper of a distant Sky

This is where our stories come alive.

Whisper Of A Distant Sky  

One last glance at the sky before sunrise, where predawn

eclipses and casts its shadow and veils along the beacon

touch in horizon, only to linger like a cactus flower bloom   

softly, yet fleeting, and unforgettable.

Let’s race to the world’s greatest bookstore, where she waits.

Her presence feels like a timeless symphony.

The melody murmurs to a restless, aching heart.

The books beckon; pages wait their turn.

A widespread invitation to worlds unknown.

So the question persists: should you? Could you?

Dare to uncover the unbound secrets?

Tucked within those aisles, where shelves groan under the weight of millions of stories, each a portal to the unimaginable.

An extraordinary journey awaits you.

Holding treasures, rare and wondrous leather-bound volumes;

signed copies, artifacts of literature's past.

Now this multimedia haven is forever with audiobooks, e-books, and the glow of sleek, futuristic gadgets.

A child's giggle in the corner, standing underneath a quiet sign dedicated to imagination, and they cover their mouths.

To the sound of live reading. Workshop buzzes with creative energy, writing, storytelling, the act of crafting dreams into words, and the scent of freshness. Brewed Colombian coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma. Here is where it all began.

           It's quiet now. Here is the adventure of a universe's illusions.

Only amid dreams

Author's Note

A place where we all can be kids again. To explore!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your lovely poem took me on a journey. I was reminded of the very first time I was taken to a library and I was in awe at the shelves and shelves of adventure waiting to be explored. My library card as a nine year old was a gift. Thank you for resurrecting that feeling.

Chris