The White Dove

A white dove came to me

The sun was high..

The dove sit upon my swing

The sun was high, ,

As his eyes burnt into my

Soul..

The sun was high..

As he carried me upon his

Wing..

The sun was high..

As we descended into the

Cloud’s..

I seen a shadow as we whisk

Within and above the sky..

The face that linger beyond

The sky..

Gently smile and to just fade

Into the simmering light..

The sun was high..

But, yet the dream felt real

As his eyes burnt within my

Soul..

As the bright light engulfed

me..
A white dove came to me

And the sun was high

poem by Carolyn Sears
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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