The last flight, last dove
with a broken wing, left behind
in the icy cold winter
I'm you ice angel, your nymph
from the snow. To shelter you
in my warm cave, to hold you,
to guard your lonely heart.
Feel lonely no more, my broken angel
for Spring is here, and so are your friends.
I shall kiss you goodbye, and watch you
fly towards them.
Your winged friends may come and go.
I see them play and dive around you in merriment
but I shall always be here waiting,
in my own icy cave, watching. |
Submission Name: Last Dove in Winter
