thief in the dark

like a thief in the night I stole my way home
thru pillars of bark
giant sentinels in the dark
bearing witness to a silent passage
from day to night on ghostly trails
old memories glowing softly in fields of clover
forever there but no longer here
fading and appearing like an oasis
in hot desert dunes of the soul
I pass on leaving them behind
drifting further into the unknown