The White Dove

A white dove came to me The sun was high.. The dove sit upon my swing The sun was high,, As his eyes burnt into my Soul.. The sun was high.. As he carried me upon his Wing.. The sun was high.. As we descended into the Cloud’s.. I seen a shadow as we whisk Within and above the sky.. The face that linger beyond The sky.. Gently smile and to just fade Into the simmering light.. The sun was high.. But, yet the dream felt real As his eyes burnt within my Soul.. As the bright light engulfed me.. A white dove came to me And the sun was high