And Yet

The birds floated freely, as if they stood a chance.
And yet the dove hovered quietly, nimble in its dance.

Cloud like objects flew high across the blue tainted sky.
And rain droplets leaked away, and the sky began to cry.

The purity of the dove remained, steadfast against contention.
And it flew ever higher, divine in its Ascension.

But as it reached the top of the blackened charred roof.
It fluttered away immediately, as this was living proof.

It's hopes were set to the heavens, and it denied all defeat.
But the black sky conquered and the dove knew it was beat.

So it fluttered down quickly, and toppled to the ground.
It's soft feathers shattered, yet there was not a sound.

The purest of all creatures, broken to the core.
And the world shook violently as innocence was no more.

Fly freely oh gentle bird, yes fly freely oh dove.
And one day you will conquer, and one day you'll rise above.

Though that day has not arrived, it has yet to be meet.
And the dove shall slink away for now, accepting it's defeat.

Late night whispers of sweet tender nothing's that mean the universe,
catching on the wind and protruding from cherry blossom lips.
Floating across the sky, and resting on the bedsheets,
where we have our ears pressed, listening intently.
Hoping to catch the words in our mouths as they bounce from pillow to pillow.