Purest was the spotless dove <br />In days of long ago <br />With wings to reach the skies above <br />Now only teardrops flow <br /> <br />Rememberance of a time reborn <br />In happy summer days <br />The ivory snowflakes that adorned <br />Through winter's blustery haze <br /> <br />Twas freedom that upheld your wings <br />Upon the placid air <br />Your eyes beholding wondrous things <br />Ten thousand miles up there <br /> <br />Above the gleam of city lights <br />Over the rolling seas <br />Atop the mountains' utmost height <br />Past everglades and trees <br /> <br />Sewing the paths of journies gone <br />Etched into memory <br />Swimming the skies from dusk till dawn <br />Farther than eyes can see <br /> <br />Safe assurance in your realm <br />No worrisome deter <br />No bounding wave can overwhelm <br />Or barrier defer <br /> <br />Free and bold, you carried on <br />To meet your heart's fulfill <br />Forth and true, the wait far gone <br />With wing's that can't be still <br /> <br />Alas! unseen assailant gored <br />Into this gallant sail <br />Ill-fated wound abruptly floored <br />And caused this futile flail <br /> <br />Broken will within, beset! <br />Behold these ruptured wings <br />Now writhing in a mortal death <br />No balm to quench the sting <br /> <br />There you lay upon the ground <br />As it begins to rain <br />Cooling raindrops, falling down <br />Into the burning pain <br /> <br />Into Heaven's eyes, now gaze <br />Beyond the starry night <br />Beseeching that the wings, you raised <br />Would once again take flight <br /> <br />Splendor, was the great ascend <br />In days you touched the sky <br />But knowing this will be again <br />With joy, you slowly die <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />{note: the first poem i ever wrote}<br /><br />Bryce Edward Coast<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dove-3/
