With a mere breath,

warm and sudden

away she flew,

delicately gliding

seeking her way to

you, untethered

feather, cooing her

coo… A dove’s bitter

sweet cry, murmured

endlessly from the

skies, never going

tired never giving

up.

Fly feather, fly!

Restlessly sail among

the clouds, tiny

vessel, swirling

white dot, spread

your peaceful

lullaby, and rest

not, until his fingers

unclutch, offering at

last his hand,

welcoming your

ethereal

softness again…