Each nicknack naps peacefully

While I type ’til twilight fades softly

When the clock chiming cloves the eve

The dancing doves delight in my fantasy

Shifting from the shadowed shelves to the floor

The pocket-sized peer in for a private telling

Of my latest lovers’ lore gone wrong

Offering only homage to each twist

That pushes and pulls apart the lovers

For them to face their fears alone,

To fight foe and fall in love again-

Learning to love the length of time

And as morning mist moves up to the house

My wee readers return to their resting place