Her dove flies among the highest clouds
Soaring and cooing completely at peace,
She perches on a golden twig beside a long lost friend
Happy with her reunion she looks down
And finds a gathering of people dressed in black—
She glimpses the tear stained cheeks,
Understanding she flies down—unnoticed
And sings her last lullaby,
Although it may be hard to hear
Just absorb the silence around you and listen—
Feel the unheard notes of her lullaby,
Soon she flies back to her perch
And is welcomed back
She continues to sing her song,
You can hear it in your heart—
Look inside yourself
And feel the soft touch of a dove.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Her dove flies among the highest clouds
Soaring and cooing completely at peace,
She perches on a golden twig beside a long lost friend
Happy with her reunion she looks down
And finds a gathering of people dressed in black—
She glimpses the tear stained cheeks,
Understanding she flies down—unnoticed
And sings her last lullaby,
Although it may be hard to hear
Just absorb the silence around you and listen—
Feel the unheard notes of her lullaby,
Soon she flies back to her perch
And is welcomed back
She continues to sing her song,
You can hear it in your heart—
Look inside yourself
And feel the soft touch of a dove.
Wrote this a LONG time ago.
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