White Dove

The white dove glides above the lawn
a beautiful sight in the early morn;
I watch with envy each move so free
and wish that beautiful dove was me.

Oh, how I wish that I too could fly
up and away in the clear blue sky;
governed by my most basic needs
and free of man’s hates, lusts and greeds.

I’d spread my wings, I’d rise and soar
never to be bound to the earth anymore;
I’d fly with the wind and hide from the rain
and once it was sunny I’d fly on again.

Oh, beautiful white dove, lovely and free,
I’ve wished and wished like you to be;
but no matter how hard I might try
unlike you, white dove, I can't fly.

  

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LOST

midnight

on the other side of nothing

on the road to nowhere

clutching at

fragments of memory

ghosts

sanity

on the other side of nothing

on the road to nowhere

(Thanks to Annie Welch of Facial Expressions Poetry Circle on FB for her rewrite of my poem.  This works much better.)

© Marion Friedenthal