Faded yellow musty pages
That speak words of times forgone
Scratching my nose
As I bury my head spine-ward
To soak up that ancient smell
Historical dust
Melting with the authors fair hand.

Crumpled jacket
Damaged by time
Fingers of so many strangers
Yearning for knowledge
Craving prose and plot.

A shelved treasure
A prologue for the future
An epilogue for repair
Faded,torn, and cherished.