The Attic Poem by keith brown

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