The Thief

Dream no more said the thief,

As my spirit was lifted from its sleep

Dream no more said he,

For want of hope has perished

beneath a hollow weeping tree.

For svelte is my way,

In the dead dreams of today.

So run on said the thief,

Lest thy sighing dream

Bring you more…

 not less grief.

For your hope has fallen

Liken unto a broken sky,

As tremblers of your compassion

Shrivel beneath my weight

And die.

So weep no more

 cry not in the night,

Forget thy dreams

For they have taken flight.

For I am the thief said he,

I am the one who has robbed you

Of your peace.

So dream no more

Dream…no more

J. Allen Wilson © 2004