Mouse

I roam the chambers of my house
In search of a little mouse
The mouse cleans with broom
Empty is each room
I look at images on the walls
Analyzing the little scrawls
Mouse has neatened and smudged
Yet some details he can’t budge
Ideals shine through bright
While inspiration is cloaked in night
I hear the past call out
Not one I return the shout
Mouse is curtain hanging
Hiding doors, windows, lighting
Out, I take candle
Darkness it will handle
Yet smells I will not mask
My thoughts and fears
Progress toward me nears
In the dark they cower
Nigh each knows its power
Mouse scurries to my feet
Louse reeks of deceit
I kick it out
On its way
I send a shout.
Here he cannot play

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Dreaming

Thunder rumbles in
Sleep still embraces your senses
It could take you in a moment
Luring you off with no defense.

Somewhere memories lurk
Days of yore
Hope for tomorrow
Subtle whims bleed forth

Ideas conjure plans
Excitement trickles down the spine
Limbs look to action
Illusions hold back movements

Awake
It all rushes away
Grasping at lost wisdom
Snagging nothing
Utopia replaced with paradise