in the presence 

of your enemies

scared of the thief

when she was a girl

the kind who would enter

leave her unreturned

yet not one imagined

deserving of fret

but one under nose

flying colored the rest

stolen heart 

keys were empty

hammer was greed 

two shades were present

both of them green

the "i just don't see it"

dramatics a bore

smiles shared with others

glares behind doors

learned preferences

future ammunition

just bullets to use

but fog self-absortion

leads to targets miscued

something unstolen

can't be taken away

what a long journey teaches

regarding the stay

with an actor and thief

who's words turn to dust

remind the heart it is safe

and hills are a must

grab hold of "be still"

then rise up and trust