Tapping on the fluted glass

Tracing on a wish

A cold ear, against a wall

Tapping on the fluted glass

Tempted to oblige

Leather jacket hung, to die

Tapping on the fluted glass

Ticking fingernail nicks

Gentle, sings the sea snake

Tapping on the fluted glass

How they shiver in the cold as they approach you

The rain lays a burden upon their shoulders

But your warm welcome touch

The rush of air as the slidey doors part

Read

Write

Think

Dream.

...

...

I am home.

You sigh in contentment as you devour these souls

From sunrise to sunset they remain

Never are you hungry

Your arms stretch from East to West

From 1st to 8th (minus 3rd)

Ms. Geisel,

How I yearn for your soothing voice

You gently whisper...

...

...

"The library will close in 30 minutes."

"Goodnight, my daughter

Sweet dreams, young prince"

Khosla may have chained me

But it is you who holds the reigns