Monthly Archives: April 2014

The Faithful Dove

I whispered and the dove understood.

I asked him to fly,

‘Til he reaches the woods
And enters through brambles
That shadow your longings with dark hoods,

To deliver this message
With fine feathers fluttering and
Snow white breast beating from

Excitement mirroring my own;

Hoping his singing
Will divide the vines,
Reach your heart
And put faith into mine.

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Whisper

Longings fly

on the back of a leaf

as it blows

in the wind

from one heart

to one ear.


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