Thief in the Night

The Mona KristaBy: John David Bowen

In the still of the night with the absence of light
as I lie awake in my bed,
I studied a trance where images danced
of dreams of her in my head.

Though miles away like a cat and her prey
she stole my heart from within,
And filled it with love as sweet as the dove
that floats on a springtime wind.

Never before in legends or lore
has anyone been so smitten,
As I was from the start, that night in the dark
when robbed by my heart-stealing kitten.

While lying in wait and trusting in fate
I remembered the look in her eyes,
She’ll return my heart that she stole from the start
for this kitten is clever and wise.

  © 2009 John David Bowen.
All rights reserved. No further republication without copyright owner’s permission
Picture provided by Leonardo Pereznieto pursuant to Creative Commons

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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