Recurring Dream

Walking through the alley I bump into a huge oak door inside the sound of hollow vibration from foot steps on the floor Walls cracked and dreary with musky greying walls Glass streaked and weathered wood running down the halls Smokey grease stained stove and mold growing round the sink My mind running wild these are crazy thoughts I think How to recreate the beauty that once was a lovely house Suddenly I shudder as I watch a scurrying mouse There in my work clothes with bucket paint and stain I kneel on wooden floor sanding carefully following the grain I scrub and polish each and every nook and cranny My body feels as if I must be old as my great granny I plug along day after day until I finally begin to see The beauty that once was coming alive right in front of me Wood shining, walls are bright with a fresh new glow Satisfied this beauty will be a home where love can grow