Kidnapped

There is not a poem
in me tonight–
no sight, nor sound
stealing my brain

A wind came through
wrapped up my muse
whipped him away
before I knew it

I lay my head down
upon the wanting
pillow; I cannot rest
here all alone

Perhaps tomorrow
the captured fellow
will find his way
into a poem

Tonight I tarry
no telling time
someone captured
my sense of rhyme.

Ah, there you are,
you charming dreamer
escaped from Boreas,
that midnight schemer.

Most see a windmill...to Boreas, this is a thief among thieves.
Most see a windmill…to Boreas, this is a thief among thieves.

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