A poet, far from his beloved, <br />wrote a poem full of meaning <br />and, calling a carrier-pigeon from his loft, <br />sent it as a white dove to his beloved <br /> <br />It was a long flight <br />and by the time his beloved read the poem <br />under the lamplight in her room <br />its meaning had changed for her <br />with the course of time and the human heart <br /> <br />If the pigeon, midway on its flight, <br />had rested in our loft <br />to drink a little rain, eat a little grain, <br />and we had read the poem - would it have <br />any meaning for us? <br /> <br />Where does meaning go <br />when it is not here? <br />How does meaning change, <br />between a smile, a tear?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-s-flight/
