The Dove
Upon the branches of my heart, is perched a lonely dove
at rest from its flight, in the sky above.
Its ivory sheen, is reflected in the sun
and shines upon the lonesome world when the day is done.
No warmth is measured there, on the branches of that tree
that sits within a special place, that rests inside of me
the Dove will rest awhile, then simply soldier on
and fly into the sunset until it sees the dawn.
at rest from its flight, in the sky above.
Its ivory sheen, is reflected in the sun
and shines upon the lonesome world when the day is done.
No warmth is measured there, on the branches of that tree
that sits within a special place, that rests inside of me
the Dove will rest awhile, then simply soldier on
and fly into the sunset until it sees the dawn.
Key Words : Dove, Reflective, Sad, Melancholy
This Poems Story
I Wrote this for/about a friend of mine. as she asked me to draw a dove for her, so I wrote this to accompany the drawing, but as I wrote it, I looked at what I saw in her, her life, and what her interactions with people revealed about her.
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