In the Library of Dreams

For Gordy

In the Library of Dreams
a Poet stood
at the front of a room
lit only by amber candles
dressed in velvet robes
and a crown of laurel
befitting the most
seasoned bards,
a hint of a smile
lifted on his face
familiar
as he pulled from his pocket
a round red ruby
and a sparkling white crystal
explained to all of us
about life and death
the immortality of words
tells us we are given crystals
two apiece at birth
red like an apple
for life and living
white for the wisdom of sages
like himself
a wizard of words
enchanter of stories
sorcerer of time.