Thief - Kayo Dot

That cloudless night by the waning light of a tired moon

The poet stole across the town

(Sleeping, always sleeping

And dreaming, never dreaming)

A shadow and a shade

A ghost that just was made

Creeping across the common, past the bridge and past the fountain

He pushed his wheelbarrow forward through the gloom

And rested by the river where

He could see the stone

The shape of it alone

Made him grasp his heart

An artist when his art

Stares back at him, a fount of living inspiration

The stone, he brought it home beneath the secrecy of night

The thief cometh like the Lord

Into his house where it was stored

He crept into the dreams of the townspeople

Like a knife into a vein

Or a rope around a throat