August 16, 2012

A Dove’s Dream

Wing span seeks the circle of
bright white light above its tips,
gliding as if an artist pen lingers
in the feathers of delicate white

Height touches a shivering cold
not yet warmed by the venture,
waits to happen within the flight
of the Dove’s struggling wings

Flying in a circular fashion that
lifts the Dove higher and higher,
the wings momentum climbs steady
to reach the glowing white light

Blinded by the brilliance the flight must
quickly descend coming back to a reality,
to one’s station in life that is home as
the Dove that was dreaming - awakes