When Doves Cry
The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light
Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness
Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight
So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness
After the stars broke into the abyss of mayhem
With the father of doves, the First Man, as their centremost north star
Those doves wept when the First Man left the dark, leaving them
For he had to rise out of the grave to defeat the abattoir
The white doves under the weight of the darkness of night
They wept when the Spirit buried them, to build a stone road to peace
To inspire the doves to lift their heads to the height
A pillar for them to soar over all and return to their home
When the pillar will become the Last Statue of might
They will weep for the grey doves of stone, cut off from that statue completing
Those dim stars who loved the darkness more than the white light
Who lied and blasphemed against the garden with their raspy tweeting
When they will return to the green garden of light
The tweeting of despair will turn to sweet psalms to enjoy
Weeping will turn to tranquil silence in the height
The white doves' rain of tears will turn into rivers of joy
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2023
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