Unfortunate Dove

UNFORTUNATE DOVE Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn, waking to feelings I've known, breathing the fragrance that's lingering on throughout a lifetime alone; splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds, revealing dust I breathe in, dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds of things that never have been; I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of, outside my window they mourn, I'd face the morning, but I need a shove, for this poor heart badly torn; unfortunate dove, why is it you sing, outside my window each day? It's a reminder of what life won't bring, mourning dove, don't fly away; once more it's morning and I hear the dove all of my life is a sin, it's just the way of unfortunate love, but I still dream now and then. © Vee Bdosa aka Ron Wilson