Thief in the Night Poem by Samuel W Silva


How can I make you love me?
…and how to fill you
with a dream of me!,
unlikely and impossible
and utterly untrue

slowly steer you to the dire
(smoke and steam
profuse upon the fire) inadequacy
as limitless
as stony bare and vile.

No! It could not possibly
be the same for you!
Oh dream and lullaby and light
to which I give my wounded guile

like a thief
who steals you
in the night.