The Dove
As the wind blows gently through the night,
listen closely and you will hear such flight
the wings of the dove as she soars so high
in search of he who captured her heart.
Over the mountains, oceans and beyond
never losing hope of what lies beyond.
Will she find what she is looking for
or perhaps search unendingly
into the wind as her graceful wings
flutter with such beauty and grace.
Her heart weeps as she soars on.....
Oh what wonders she has seen from above.
Brilliant colored skies, snow topped mountains
green rolling hills, the deepest blue oceans....
Yet somewhere out there is her journeys end....
Until she reaches that magical, mystical place
to find he who captured her heart
she soars on striving to exist....
Only time and perserverance
will lead her to her undying love....
Searching, seeking, wanting, needing....
Will he be there when she reaches her final destination
or have flown into the heavens above....
Will her journey end in sadness
or in sweet reward.......
Time slowly goes by as she soars on
dreaming and never giving up on what she seeks.
Will she find it........
Only time will tell.......
