"Darkness" poem

"Darkness"

Hello darkness,
my old friend
ever there along
through life I wend.

With happiness
all but token-
and broken promises
still are spoken.

Almost more
then I can endure
with out these words-
to reassure.

Broken ties
breaking tide
all against,
still I rise.

"The Library" original poem by me

"The Library"  

Behold the stacks

with warmth and solace,

each book filled with-

adventure and golden promise.

Aromas of memories-

childhood and more

next shelf opens mind-

threshold and lore.

Hours spent-

nose in book

with each-

quest undertook.

 It's comfortable

to be in the warm arms-

of literary influenced

lore and yarns.