• And so, the little dove cries.
    It wails,
    It proclaims,
    Its demise

    And the snake,
    Emaciated so long,
    It grins,
    At this song.

    With a flick,
    Of its tongue,
    It whispers…

    It’s alright,
    Little Dove,
    You will fly,
    You will love.
    If you hold on so tight,
    To this, every night.
    It’s okay,
    They all say,
    And they’re right.
    You have hope, on this, flight…
    And I know, how you feel,
    Looking death, in the eye.
    I reconcile,
    To this you’ll surely die.

    As the snake mutters,
    The last words,
    The dove, enchanted,
    Stomach flutters.

    Feeling wanted,
    After long.
    Someone heard,
    The dove’s song.

    Yet ignores,
    The snake’s eye,
    A glimmer, for moment,
    As a hawk in the sky.

    It slithers,
    So closely,
    Tail to the feather,
    And they sing together…

    It’s alright,
    Little Dove,
    You will fly,
    You will love.
    If you hold on so tight,
    To this, every night.
    It’s okay,
    They all say,
    And they’re right.
    You have hope, on this, flight…
    And I know, how you feel,
    Looking death, in the eye.
    I reconcile,
    (And the snake hissed: )
    To this you’ll surely die.

    And so now,
    The dove sings,
    Morning songs, morning brings.
    In the clouds,
    Morning, dove,
    Calling Spring,
    Up above.

    Don’t you wish,
    Many things,
    And regret,
    Many dreams.

    What you saw,
    Was your fate,
    In the jaws,
    Agape…

    It’s alright,
    Little Dove,
    You will fly,
    You will love.
    If you hold on so tight,
    To this, every night.
    It’s okay,
    They all say,
    And they’re right.
    You have hope, on this, flight…
    And I know, how you feel,
    Looking death, in the eye.
    In the eye.
    I reconcile,
    To this you’ll surely die.
    To this you’ll surely die.
    Die…