The Meeting Of Minds (Poetry)

The night is plagued by
moth-flutter thoughts I
can’t quite flick away
bookshelves creak and groan
protesting dust and weight

of words long-time bled
though shaded light hangs
shy of picking names
from thin leaning spines
they all speak in turn

quote from closed covers
their own lonely nights
philosophical
musings on the art
of being human

Empathy blankets
in brief fellowship
for each in his or
her slim volume knows
the cost of living

and spending their love
perhaps unwisely
thus we compare notes
and seek our solace
in immortal lines