andave's place

Silver dust motes dancing in a
Comfortable silence.
Scrolls faintly reminiscent of Egypt papyri
Are scattered on the window seat.
Shelves and shelves full of
incunabulum
crumbling into wine dark Time.
Books stacked waist-high, alluring,
along seductive crimson walls.
Rich rosewood violin
glowing in the dusky light,
reclining on a bottle green cushion.
The statues of men standing along the walls
Are uncannily half-sentient,
guarding the Rose upon the Rood of Time-
The decadent blue globe that symbolizes the World.
The old-leather solace of a patchwork divan,
waiting for a tired mind to comfort itself with
A
book.