Master Thief

Open your heart

Before I steal it from you

You don’t deserve it

Anymore to abuse

How can you treat

Something so dear

As the rag doll you feel like

And the ignorance you fear.

Give me that treasure

Before it tarnishes and turns

Into the pile of disaster

Under which it now yearns

To rise like the phoenix

From the ashes of regret

To the heavens of desire

In my burning covet

I will carry it bold

Like Mercury on lighting

From gods of old

To a new place unknown

Unlike the reasons

You stubbornly withhold

As to the whereabouts of a key

To unbolt your heart’s cage

For in my trust you will see

A most worthy sage.

For in you I have dreamed

Cautiously ventured

Wandered your mind’s halls

Sat in your gardens

Drank your intoxication

Heard your bird’s song

Sad and disheartened

For your heart was guarded

With gargoyles that scare

Away most others

I see through the veil

I approach and knock

You say stay out of here

I’m not welcome to walk

Alongside your passions

And the innermost I have sought.

So if this treasure is so great

In you I am the master thief

For if you will not open your heart

To steal it must be my fate.

Since you see the tricks in my bag

They will not work on you

Trust is not a game to play

Respect is not a clue

To the mystery you cloak

Beneath expressions subdued

They are the very nature

Techniques of the master thief

As well my humble offerings

For any words unjust

Your open heart is all I seek

But I’ll steal it if I must.

~

DBrown Fisher

© April 1998