At night
When I close my eyes
I can see the steps
Leading
Like a librarian’s ladder
To the
Attic of my mind
Where
Stored and bound
Words Sight and sound
Catalogued
By light of day
In evenings
Dusty corners lay
Random order
Pervades my dreams
Confusion over chaos reigns
A word
A Thought
Rhetoric phrase
As verse
Emerges from the haze
Awakened now
I hold my pen
And seek the
Stanza once again
Alas
Awake
I cannot find
Steps to the
Attic of my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent 'the attic of my mind' whenever I construct an apt phrase it's up and out of bed and to the key board or it's no sleep. Great image thanks Keith
Hi Wes thanks for reading, you might like the oh muse similar theme