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
- Rhoda Galgiani
- Rhoda Galgiani