There’s a Storm in the Attic
There’s a storm in the attic, With torrents, gusts, and tempest Between memories and age-old stories And those who’ve yet to come. There’s a storm in the attic Between those who are not now And those who will never be And wishes and hopes and cast away dreams. There’s a storm in the attic Tempests weighing down dust Winds trapped in folds Ships that never sailed. There’s a storm in the attic Surrounding currents fresh Bursting dreams anew Squalls that change direction There’s a storm in the attic Tempting tales of myth and memoir Sagas sung on squalls of fantasy Through dark and light and dust and dross, In my attic, there blows a storm.
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