The Dove

I set at waters edge early in the morning, I smell the grass, the dew, the begining of a day, Thoughts of times gone by, All those years i managed to survive, How, in the lonely darkness did I find peace, All that pain I learned to ease, No control, I now know of how events unfold, Maybe because I'm older, stronger, I can take it now, But that feeling of a child I miss, The innocence, The bright eyes just for a day of swimming, I miss, In the distance I see a dove, a white dove the symbol of the purest, in the morning sky, he knows how and why to survive, He still has that feeling, of a child, he dips and dives in the foggy mist above the water, He has those bright eyes, that feeling, I remember how it felt, but forgot how to feel, I see it in my children though, like the dove, They are my mornings by the water, They are the start of the day, They are the pure, They are the innocent... william J. Harty