It's Still Life

A Downward Song

The downward wing of a dove,
strange but not so strange
what brings you here.

Whose voice is sweet
as rose and myrtle, and
whose spirit stills a forest.

Are you to be gone from us,
tender dove, into those silent ways.

Of leaf on leaf, bright rain of night
to possess your gentle breath.

May your wings be long and light
across this earth bare land.

Hearts of trees and dawn’s promise,
sing halcyon, mournful voice of sky.

The heart.
The wing.
Free air to fly.

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