i am a grey dove

i am a grey dove

I am a grey dove,
Who is afraid to love.

I wonder why people see black and white as opposites, for they are both shades of grey,
When sleep falls upon me I suddenly fell as if I am being lifted away from this world of that is beginning to fray.


I hear the poring rain splashing in the rushing stream before me, barefoot, cold and wet… wait,
Hoping to escape from this pathetic worlds fate.


I want for this world see the beauty in which this world could be,
Love is a four-letter word and thus should not be defined or mistaken only three.

I once dreamed not after day, after day, that I‘m with Her,
And upon my face as I wake to morning day, I can still feel Her loving touch on a cold day, oh how I wish you still were.

I feel when I am with Her I be but safe, and although She be like thee,
But a dove of grey, she be not made of ice; but rather of the purest, hardest form of diamond, for She be far nicer to see.

I’ve touched with one of the utmost unworthiness of hands, this rose of such grace, power, wisdom and beauty divine and yet here I be a disgrace to the race to my own,
But I do not fear this race of my own and I will not put this rose where it once stood for I will not be alone.

I worry not that this death be the ending,
And though I may die of us I will forget nothing.

And so yet once again here I am crying out to the strong and logical, brave of heart, but no one listens any more,
Here I stand left here to wonder if not to communicate what are words truly meant for.

Few say I am wise and that I make sense, but most of those who have heard what I have said but cast me away with such a delicate aim,
And tell ME to change when yet they are the ones to stay the same,

As I point out many things most do not listen,
They’ll realize it, but the question is when,

Because in there hearts they want to believe,
That there is a god and he will not leave,

This in their ways makes them quick to anger and careless,
And for the future I see this makes them worthless,

Question if god always is, will be, and he was,
But then why did the universe have to be created,
It didn’t, it is, will be, and twas,



sirpurplefirefox