A while back, I posted a story that was inspired by a piece of paper I’d encountered in a returned book at the library. Last week, I found a similarly inspiring note scribbled on a scrap of paper at my bookstore. This one has spawned a short poem rather than a short story, but nonetheless, I wanted to share it with you.
“Come Seek Me”
Come seek me where I shiver and hide.
Find me through shadow and sorrow.
Take my hand and lead me from the dark,
That together we might seek tomorrow.
Come seek me where I shiver and hide.
Bring close the lantern that I might see.
Call my name and let me hear your voice,
So that together we might always be.
(Note: The first line of the stanzas was what I found written on the paper)
The Swords of the Ancients 