2. Thief Of Light
Twig entangled, the rounded light of the night
is a silent thief; could it be that the lunar disk
steals the luminous heart away: romances
the heartbeats from every dreamer that
sleeps curled-up inside the quilted darkness.
Oh, farewell sunlight; greeting moonlight
calls out to lovers embraced in braided sleep.
Is this a wistful feeling that holds, forbids
a passion in the candled darkness,
or is it a dream made real by a lover's touch?
Moonstruckâall we hear is the breathy-sigh
within the clear voice that is the moon aglow.
poem by Ronald Peat (17 December 2010)
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