Sneak Thief

You,
my little glee thief,
give to me something I thought long dead.
Slowly, my patience returns.
I dare not say tranquility, no.
I'm much too excitable for that.
Not tranquility, then, but certainly peace.
You are the reason I've been allowed to feel again.
I can breathe the air now.
No longer rank and soiled but
fresh,
crisp in my lungs like a cold, sunny morning.
Perhaps,
my pilferer of pleasure,
perhaps you are my muse.