Little Dove

Oh, thou little Dove,

Those fat tears why shed my love,

So you watched Them along with Him fade,

So you saw it all fall apart under the night’s shade,

So they didn’t pay heed to the bruises they caused,

So they inculpated you for every heart shattered,

So your wings lost their way back to the nest,

The sky bore an unblinking witness to your joy’s fest,

The moon breathed in every flap of your wings,

The stars gasped on every story your flight begins,

Thy beauty to comprehend is beyond their capacity,

Thy love to fathom is out of their capability,

For every cloud to be imprinted on your every sigh,

Without a worry, my love, thou soar high, soar high