My muse is kind of like this.

I imagine hearts at the window

Stretching across the panes

To stately palaces.

 

I imagine children exploring

The world just lifts it's curtians

And a new world opens up.

 

I imagine the stranger

His back against a tree

Everything is quite and still.

 

I imagine birds gay and free

The girls playing with their hair

And giggles.

 

I imagine an empty tank

Floating forever in the sea

Salty with tears from dead soldiers.

 

I imagine a parliment

Vanishing into a fog bank

People taking their power back.

 

I imagine an old lady

Her heart longing for someone

She sews as the log burns.

 

I imagine a dog licking a person's face

And wakes the person up

To a blank TV.

 

I imagine a legion of fools leaping into the sky

They were getting too tired

And the coffee was not working like it used to.

 

I saw an inventor

He labored and he tinkered

The clock started going backwards.