The Devil's Thief

THE DEVIL'S THIEF Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate, to have no end, to be alone and wait, it was her love, acceptance came so fast she had no time to think it might not last, as he, the sailor left, she loved too late; He'd waited on the dock so long he grew to be inspired by something she won't do, 'twas just a recognizing love is there the reaching out for what is everywhere, but love for her was something all so new; the sail was set and ties that bound the ship were heaved away, and thus began the trip, upon the ocean, far into the sun, to where the keel was loose and let to run and sailed right on to where the moon would dip. She on the shore, he on the watch at three, both dreaming dreams not ever let to be but absence makes the heart more fonder yet, and out of sight means not they will forget; the ship sailed on, uncharted was the sea; the gale that came and sank him to the reef, took from the shore the lady in her grief, and they were thus to marry, in the sea, united 'neath the waves, eternally, depriving love from time, the devil's thief. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet