Thursday, December 17, 2020

A Dove Worth Flying

Is this dove worth flying?

Does pidgin English ring a bell?

When the cock crows at dawn,

Will she coo, too?

Or lose her way home?

Not knowing the direction?  

Feeling love from the source,

With a kiss on the lips,

And warmth from the start,

To make my heart race harder.

How much love does she need?

To realize she is a special breed?

With sadness she would be,

An escort without a steed, 

But a turtle dove can fly,

with a stubborn donkey's pride,

with a stallion's seasoned face,

At Belgium racer's pace.

I know why flyers limp,

For when they walk it hurts.

As a lover’s mind limps,

For once her sense was wasted.

But do not fear to fly the horizon;

Take off for the skies unknown!

 Fall in love over a notion (an ocean)

 With a soft landing waiting at home.


December 17, 2020

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