"Ride Of The Dreamstealer"

The Dreamstealer rides into wonder
Upon an unbridled black mare,
To the escape of one torn asunder
Wind whipping wildly through his hair.
The world caught up in its slumber
Cares not for the heart of glass,
But the dark rider knows her troubles
And comes to thieve her dreams to pass.
The fair maiden in the throes of sleep
Dreams of ravens descending to form,
And she sinks even further deep
To the place where her secrets are born.
Her nocturnal cry is not one of fear
But the sweet dispelling of release,
And she whispers, "I'm glad you've come"
As his kisses bring her peace.
She curls him into her embraces
Never caring of consequence,
Three black crows watch the lovers
From upon their perch and fence.
And in the morning when she awakes
The fair maiden remembers all,
His touch, his eyes, his longing
All the things for which she'd fall.
As she brushes her hair in the mirror
She looks back to her pillowed bed,
The lover who lays there sleeping
Is not the one in her dreams or head.
And she longs to go back where she was
With the man who owns her heart
The dreamstealer rides into wonder
Until waking do they part.