STILL BORN DOVE

A Poem by DECIVIL

Difficulty in confessing love.

STILL BORN DOVE

Sort out to be the lead, taking a peek
Long have I thread on this sole, no heart to call a whole
Reclined in the solitude of acquiescence, longing for acquisition
Too long in this state, dumb both sides to alter the state

The solitude not long shall forbear, mind lay bare I must
In fear trudged I, not sure of the return
But how long would the monster hold I down, brave it I must
In pain or joy, the outcome I must make mine

The songs of the past for long played the sooth
Shall I sing same for the heart to be seen
The blend not even could tell, for the sonorous has been smudged
Only but saying could calm the sea of wells surging

The night holds me prey, the day bore the dream so long
The stars recount the ordeals in an encapsulating temple
The sun hold on to let the words out yet too soft
But the little voice tied down the efforts of my companions who could forbeear

Now the rain has shown me that it must come or else the soil no future to man
This let me in to see that what must shall hold sway
And yours for all time in me I sight the loss
And reconciliation with my companions is all I could but garner

But though in your absent, let my mind bear me the testimony
That me not was the whole barrier
For this in me held, long until now I must brace
To profess that you, my love unknown I love.