The Doves Are Waiting
My steps tread heavily
They travel dream like streets so familiar
yet not
The blues and grays of twilight eve
fashion a shroud like mist
I walk with my companion
The din of the city suspended
Hesitation
Mortal fear, a difficult challenge
As I approach the corner
I hear only the delicate echoes of
fluttering wings
I look to my lover
Our eyes offer a silent goodbye
I must go
As I move, I see hundreds of them
dancing on air
Their song, a sweet chorus
I say
The doves are waiting
They’re waiting to take me home
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