Bookcase

Bookcases around me

Open as I creep

All together bound me

In their symphonies

Can you see their writing?

Open on the door?

Over all the bookshelves

stumbling on the floors

Written on each bookcase

all their hearts dreams

All their power in them

Onto me they gleam

Temping but not temped

Would I be so kind

To open up a bookshelf

See what's left behind.