Dove,

Hello from down here.
Hello from the tether,
From the place you come to visit.

Dove,
I see you now and then,
Full of grace,
Not afraid of the sun,

Not afraid to let those proud rays of light mingle on the edges of your wings...not afraid to spread your wings.
Somehow the wind doesn't change you,
You fall and glide,
Feathers like leather whips used to tame the sky.

Dove,
The wind hums lullaby's compared to your call,
Clarion and clear,
You are the fortunate beauty.

The delicate wisp of the wind that follows the fall leaves out of the atmosphere.

Dove,
How you've tempted me to fly.
To find you,
Chase you through the bright blue,
Into memories that bleed the breeze.

How you've tempted me.