The Doves Are Waiting

My steps tread heavily They travel dream like streets so familiar yet not The blues and grays of twilight eve fashion a shroud like mist I walk with my companion The din of the city suspended Hesitation Mortal fear, a difficult challenge As I approach the corner I hear only the delicate echoes of fluttering wings I look to my lover Our eyes offer a silent goodbye I must go As I move, I see hundreds of them dancing on air Their song, a sweet chorus I say The doves are waiting They’re waiting to take me home