Thief out of Elysium
You, the supreme taker in the wind
Who hath stolen my every sleep-tide whim;
You, the gardener of wishful dreams
Who hath thwarted my heart-felt melancholy schemes
You, a thief of thing and thought unseen
As danced before the waterfall stream;
You, the elixir of heartache love
And the pain of loss resulting thereof
You, the bygone think-wish dreamer
Who hath secreted away the mind of this schemer;
You, the loveliest tempestuous flower
Whose scent tempts even the holiest power
You, away from life and far in between
The song-singer lover of god-felt serene;
You, a secret beyond veil of idea
Past the clutter, outside this chimera
You, the golden goddess of star-felt love
Whose dream has begotten — as below, so above;
You, the fly-away moonlit bandit
Take my heart! Only you may have it
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~ And Poetry After Dark
