A Dove's Song
A DOVE'S SONG
Morning comes
And with it illumination
Clarity as sleep fades, peace left in a heart
That once unknown as to purpose
Now beats strong and steady again.
Moving on into Day whatever she might bring
And that with wonderous expectation.
Morning comes
And now its a gateway to whatever comes next
A looking up, looking forward,
Not around at same old
Stuck in the choice of paths that led each one to only endings
With no way to deviate,
nor behind in what was loved
but now is passed,
gone save for memory,
and that a place where no one can live for long.
Morning sings
Melody of the white dove
As she treads the wind onward in her flight
She goes on
Life goes on
Reminder of something almost forgot,
Songs sung to herald out the best message of simply being.
Morning sings
Rhythm of a new day
Beating of a heart given to life
Beside my own,
Promise to guard that heart of great grace
With all that I am and all that I shall ever be,
Echoes of my own reverberations
Rushing to syncopation in tandem drumming
Both kin and close to the symphony of being
No matter where
No matter how far apart.
Temporary status for beings such as we,
Graceful enough to love and dream
Beneath the willow tree.
This is a new day.....be in love with her......be at peace with her.
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