The White Dove

I DREW A BLANK CONTEST Sponsor: John Lawless I sat and began a journal entry. Songs of doves with white wings flying into the night came to my mind. Do doves fly at night? Unknown to me, I sat under the stars asking the universe. I saw the reflection of an eclipse and an answer entered my mind. Doves bring sparkles from the sky during the day, yet they bring simple musings during the dark hours after the sun sets in the west. Sparkles of the sun drift and ignite mystical daystars that float above the waters of the world. After dusk they carry meditation to all the versifiers on the planet. The poetesses release reflections as the poets bring forth pondering for their souls. The doves have to be white. White signifies the pallid purity of our essence. There are times when we may feel dismal, but the doves liberate heightened freedom for our expressions. For every kindle there is a flame of inspiration. For every ounce of encouragement there is the whisper of a dove. A white dove. Soaring throughout the twilight. Date Written: May 31, 2016