Doves

By Tim Krenz

February 28, 2015

Doves

A dovely wing, bore strong the hope, a distant, sad bird-a-song, and the noble poet copes. Peaceful realms altho' winter round, the one head the other heart, too far—too far—our star to star, sadden there and there apart.

When doves, like swans and other fowls, close not a distant farewell sorrow, a-winged please take you to seashore calm and me my winter garden flowers. If doves leave you 'n 'orbit an icy, dark and lonely moon, I sail my sole ship 'cross ocean night, your star a guide I rescue soon.

'Til last in time narrows, tyranny's hours then a minute's instant redeems, I thank a heaven, and my worldly craft, that me, like doves, can dream.