When Doves Cry

Over obscure wasteland cloud hovered unmelted, the desert deprived of tuneful rain languished until you arrived with the whistling breeze, the oasis resonated in the ripples of lacustrine symphony. Cadenced joy cascaded in deranged depression, in the dwindling dunes fervent flowers bloomed. In sensuous tune the vibrant sky’s spectrum dissolved, the harmonic hues of twilight gleamed your grandeur. For me lost in the desert of desolation, searching for missing passion in migrant mirage, within the abandoned channel meandering indolent, the murmur of your music echoed in yearning flow. The melodic flight ended with the folding of wings in the nest of memory weaved with strings of sonata, ringing the whisper of the departing zephyr, turning into the sound of music when doves cry.