The lair of words

The hall opens
fireside light to see
ancient books
sit a spell beneath the guard
of fire who watches
who sees all who enter to disturb
the moving mind in wonder.
The chair high back
to lean upon
page turns one by one
filling the mind with illusion
found nowhere else
but in this hidden lair.
The mystery weaves itself
to find the cave
of the comfort zone
to hold the map and know
this is the right way to go,
to sit a spell and lose yourself
to the ageless sage advice
in the dusty library walls
stacks upon stacks
no one comes round here too much
but leave it all behind when you go
just taking memories along
to ponder in the light,
tomorrow to return
to take in some more.