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The Thief In the Night
THE THIEF IN THE NIGHT
When the desert sun melted away
The armour I wore for protection,
Leaving me free to find my oasis
Of unalloyed pleasure, offered
Without stultifying conditions,
I no longer looked back, anxious
Of retaliatory strike on my spirit,
And in that momentary flash, knew
There would be no comeback
From any hypocritical source
Of self-righteousness.
Needing no filter through which to view
What's plain in sight, I stripped away
The false image of a broken promise
And clothing myself with the clear vibrancy
Of unadulterated love,
Found that peace, like a thief in the night,
Had entered the inner core of who I was.
Copyright ©
Bill Drayton
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