Oh Dove in Death
So many lanes from mortal
‘Twas not my cat
or a preying blood spattered bird
Aloneness in a cold place?
Was it heartbreak loss: your mate?
Did you lay down, to sleep, and deeper than you thought?
Carefully self-planted. Alone.
What caused your heart to colden?
Slowing enough, sunk into darkness
An endlessness of gone
The long tunnel of never coming back
No pain in your eyes, nor frozen upon your body.
I feel you went peacefully into subzero night
floated on top of the snow
Maybe some cold is too deep, even for a love bird.
©TwistedTrail Music, 2016