The Song on the Dawn
Today, the day dawns with the song of the dove, the bird of peace.
Its sweet call rings out in the first rays of the morning sun.
Love echoes in its voice as the melody bounces from the trees.
Yet it hides in the shyest way, waiting for just the right time.
Snow still covers the ground as it takes flight on the cold morning wind.
Through the frigid skies it sails afar, returning to its one true mate.
The eternal power of love is an unseen map which guides the bird.
Across the valley, in a place where no man and few beasts dare travel,
Another white bird sits atop a frozen branch, waiting patiently.
Dreaming of a summer day when love was ripe in the air for all to see.
On days when the light outshined the dark and memories were of joy
When upon the wind a whisper, no words, but a message nonetheless
I remember you my love; fly forth and all your dreams shall be revealed
Set a course to the middle of the valley and I shall be there for you.
The dove flies high above the frozen land, looking down on the melting snow.
It weaves its way to appointed place, with care and full of hope.
Steadfast and without delay for not to miss our great reunion
For one will arrive first and prepare the place, to light the beacon
The first shoots shall feed our bodies, and as the snow gives way
We shall gather the dried twigs of old to build our new home
And we shall close the distance between alone and together.
The coming moment when we reunite shall be the spark of forever
This cycle of life and the beauty of its many different seasons
Where almost everything changes but the few which are constant
The golden sun shall continue to rise in the east and set in the west
Every moment that we have been given will be full of wonderment
Never again will find ourselves living separate lives
For we have been blessed on our pathway by the peace of the dove.
