Thief of Dreams--By Alicja Maria Kuberska--Poland

Thief of Dreams

I was silent, smiling, undemanding.

You did not expect that I would take without consent.

I was too close, and everything was within the reach of my hand.

Like a thief, I stole your glances and loneliness.

Your thoughts, I tied in a myriad of knots, creating a dense net,

And from dreams, I wove a gentle curve of a woman’s figure.

I stoked the spark of passion in your eyes, and a fire erupted.

I wrapped us in a sweet scent of flowers in my hair

And we glided towards many, distant nights.

Day has no right to enter the precipitous depth.

It is a place, in which the contours of black shadows fall asleep.

Only at the bottom of the abyss, can dreams and starlight be seen.

You are from Mars, I am from Venus.

Far planets are the bright points on a firmament of tenderness.

Our words and hands attract to the force of gravity of life.  

Alicja Maria Kuberska – awarded Polish poetess, novelist, journalist, editor - she writes both Polish and English. She has been published in numerous anthologies and magazines worldwide. Alicja is a member of the Polish Writers Associations in Warsaw, Poland and IWA Bogdani, Albania, she's also a member of director's board of Soflay Literature Foundation.