My Mourning Dove
My mourning dove coo's
and I soar
encircling every wave
every echo held peace
in search of her call
My eyes struggle to vent
steam reaching her peak
and I'm ready to scream
as my thoughts embrace
her wings setting us free
Come to me my soulful mate
delve into the depths off my right
shelve yesterday's emptiness
for well into the sunset we are full
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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