Soft light falls on wooden floors
Dust like stars in silent air
Shelves of time stand patiently
Every story waiting there
Ancient spines and faded names
Hands that lived another age
I open one and gently slip
Beyond the edge of every page
The clock forgets to breathe
The world grows thin and fades
I sail through distant hours
In this calm and quiet place
I am the dream, I am the way
Lost happily between the pages
Like memories that pass me by
The scent of wood and yellowed ink
Holds the warmth of long goodbyes
I feel the silence speaking soft
In languages I always knew
Each line becomes my beating heart
Each chapter pulls me through
The room dissolves to light
The chair, the walls, the sound
I am no longer reading now
I carry hopes and gentle fears
In this calm and quiet place
Where time forgets its name
I wander through imagined skies
Lost happily between the pages
North winds hum in distant tones
A quiet song of snow and pine
The library becomes a shore
Where every story feels like mine
The sun grows low on silent shelves
In this still and tender light
I let the world remain outside
A soul adrift in velvet hours
Lost happily between the pages
Pages close, but not the dream
It follows me like fading sound
Somewhere in the quiet dark
Another story waits to be found