Vintage Reverie

An ode to minds that meander through dust, ink, and imagined worlds. Vintage Reverie captures the hush of old books, soft light, and thoughts too abstract to speak aloud.

The world, to me, is shelved in quiet rows—
Not dull, but deep, like teacups filled with thought.
Each spine a secret only silence knows,
Each margin scribbled with a life once sought.

I live in corners softened by the dust,
Where light through slatted blinds performs its play.
Where books lean in like friends I learn to trust,
And citrus lingers from some yesterday.

The clock ticks on, but never as command—
It’s just the hush between two turning leaves.
A desk, a chair, a pen still in my hand—
A life composed of all that never leaves.

So let the world rush past in glossy streams—
I’ll stay and tend the quiet in my dreams.