Love Stolen Night Poem by Ina SchrodersZeeders

A pub full of people and you standing there
drinking your last glass of dark coloured beer
The music not louder than hollow hard laughter

Images fading in smokey thick air
somewhere in between, we were going somewhere
or was it after

An iron bed with torn and cold sheets
you opened the window to let go the white dove
it silently flew in the dark coloured night

Away from the people and away from the laughter
we shivered in a night stolen for love
we shivered in a love stolen night