Where Titles Dream©️ by Felina Silver (Copyright 2025)

What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?

I wandered late through reels of light,
A spellbound scroll on quiet night,
When through the veil of moving air
Appeared a glimpse—enchanting, rare.

A book nook born of tavern dreams,
With dusky wood and golden gleams,
Where labels hung like whispered lore,
Inviting souls to read—and more.

Not long before, I’d spoken true
To one who knows my reading view:
“I dream,” I said, “of order vast—
Where stories sleep in shelves amassed.
By theme, by title, mood or fate,
Each tale aligned, each spine in state.”

So here it was, or nearly so—
A vision wrought in gentle glow.
But alas, the names were far too few,
My world holds more than just a few.

“Custom,” it promised, soft and sly,
A word with wings I dared not try.
Could I design? Would they transcribe?
Or must I write each hallowed scribe?

My script, though fair, feels far too bright—
I long for ink from ancient night,
For runes that hum with forest breath,
For letters draped in quiet death.

So now I search through pixel mist,
By lantern screen and wishlist kissed.
Somewhere, surely, I shall find
The signs that match my bookish mind.

And if by chance you’ve seen such art,
With mystic names and Gothic heart—
Come whisper low, I’ll heed your call,
To charm my shelves, one tag for all.