Theif Of Night

By Jemmy Farmer

So wild and still, my dreams are coming home,
And like a thief of night my love collects
Where ardent fantasies of thought project
And sleep no longer; love has come to roam.
A pixie cannot sleep alone each night
As now the heart is burned by lover’s kiss
And dreams have turned to this empty abyss
The way she sparked my soul; a beacon light.
Alone there is no air or room to breathe,
The ashened walls of night are closing in
As bracing scars of love are etched on skin
When senses cover blades in silken sheathe.
My love, the thief of night, can drink her fill
The huntress takes my heart, now wild and shrill.

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