DOVE

Ancient flight paths you trace through

earthly prisons of your choosing,

hurtling through flesh and bone, over

substanceless silences gravid

with hollow convolutions, with unease.

You, as I, assented to this grim covenant,

seeking aim in rigid emptiness,

patterns in the erratic latticework of your

journey, alas, merely a pareidolia,

memory of starlit song your only cheer.

Ring of the dead borders terra incognito,

residuum of their desolation

swept away with the dust of yesterday.

Your bloodied utterances fleck

their tombs, lamentations for posterity.

For uncounted hours you mark the brittle

beat of your wings, your downy

feathers bedizen the feet of the mighty.

Shorn of your plumage you lie,

awaiting pinions of Light to set you free.

Fly away upon silver-white stardust waves,

gliding blithesome, dispersing sinuous

trails of last pearlescent teardrops

in your wake. Merge joyfully into

boundless oceans of shimmering cyan light.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE DOVE
Source: www.oceansbridge.ca
Artist: Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench