sing my little city dove, sing
for their is delight in the songs you bring,
upon sunny day's and warm skies
while sirens ring and the city cries.
you my little dove are my one true light,
as darkness brings its endless plight,
so, i really do hear you over there,
letting us know you really care.
empty of death and without age
free to delight and out of your cage,
the song of freedom bring to me
come, come little dove do not flee.
upon the wind your melody drifts
notes of peace for those adrift,
a lullaby sung in timeless space
a dove has come to save our face.
theres something about watching birds fly, isn't there, a sort of free and longing emotion that flows through you. this poem demonstrated that better than i'd think was possible. thanks
There is a sense of longing, anticipation.........as in seeing the dove leave my backyard, then anxiously await its return! Excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. May that little dove always sing for you. Warm regards, Sandra