Dear friend, I write to you swiftly With scarlet ink and a woe My note will be fleeting But promise while reading To hang on to every word All the days are forgetting They told me I was alone But leafing through pages Does nothing for aged Fingers that work to the bone Through the archway Where the book spines fold They will show you the way This study cramped and musty A coffin to call my abode Each cold glance I've earned Passing through me, I've learned Not to trust those that make it a home I met a ghost that tended a garden They showed me their most prized marrow Tendons and teeth Amongst pale meadowsweet Seeds of doubt are beginning to grow Through the archway Footprints cremated to smoke They will show you the way