My Dove

Above the sky across the clouds, she sings

Clapping wings battling winds, she flies

Higher...Higher...Higher

The world below lay so small, puny

The ground so poor, stained  

Shameful. 

Look at her.

Flying high. 

Look at her. Look at her. 

Across the sky forgetting the ground 

denying her wings she flies

Higher...Higher...Higher

Higher...Higher...Higher

Is he not charming, blinding

My love. My Sun.

Higher...Higher...Higher

Is not he near, is not his warmth welcome me

Higher...Higher...Higher

The world below lay so small. Hopeless

The earth paled with dirts. Ugly

He is no Sun. No charm. No warmth. No light.

Ashamed. Silent.

Above the sky beneath the clouds, she cries

Through the winds denied by her wings she falls

My Sun... My Sun...My Sun

Abandoned, defeated by gravity.

His warmth lingers no longer, 

Alone she falls

Alone she falls

Alone she dies

Cold.

She returns. His love. His love. His love 

No more wings. No more. Never fly again. No more wings

Never leave his side. Never.

Cold.

I will warm you.

I will protect you.

I will take care of you.

Cold. She stay silence.

The earth hugs her. The ground covers her. His love. 

The world hides her. Silently. Bury her

She love the Sun. She chases after him, but she returns to me. 

Forever she stay by my side. Forever. Silently.

The ground, the earth, the world

With pride. Loving the death of his love.

END

Reviews

[Shanil Mehdi]

I love your writing style, so lovely and fluent like the dove. Your use of repetition only created a more deep and dramatic atmosphere and i could feel the butterflies in my tummy over this. your metaphors were so beautiful and this poem is amazing. excellent work! :D

[Gracelesswit]

Thank you :)
Really appreciate it