Mike Gentile Poet Free verse

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

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Dale Gregory Cozart August 20, 2017 at 9:08 AM How very poignant. Mike Gentile August 20, 2017 at 9:48 AM Thanks so much Dale

Heidi Sands August 20, 2017 at 7:19 AM Oh wow mike. I just love this one and how you ended it! So sweet. A favorite again! Happy Sunday! :) Mike Gentile August 20, 2017 at 9:49 AM Thank you, Heidi, another one from a dream last night!