October Librarians

(this is not a zodiac pun, okay it is...)

Hugs were exchanged with smiles on old faces

easy to acknowledge, we're all stranded on a ant farm
yet, still loving, still waiting, and still picking our own races
demanded freedom but never weighed the consequences
of our own actions when set in motion,
paralleled to our lovers,
we're the librarians
with late books
in October...

Love was met in a circle of kindred spirits

familiar souls, still stranded like a group of moles
living underground and writing only in the indifferent night sky
each star an inspiration, like a moon within a heart
of our own actions when set in motion,
paralleled to our lovers,
we're the librarians
with late books
in October...

David Powers
www.LucidWindows.com
May 27, 2010