Blank dove

I’ve seen a crevice in the plaster

Where a painting used to hang

It is a crack more painful than a lash.

If I could reach into its hidden depth,

And find the place where all the doves abide,

Then I would fall more swiftly into night.

Where all the doves abide, I long to hide.

Where all the doves abide and sing

Beyond the reach of memory and grief,

Under the canopy of their wings

I saw the shadow of a dove fall-on the cotton sheet

A broken wing hungloose and desolate

The door’s perception bedded no escape

No coat could mend its agony

Where all the doves abide, I long to hide.

Where all the doves abide, I would remain.

And let the evening gather round my heart,

Till I am lost within that gentle placce

Where all the doves abide, I long to hide.

Where all the doves abide and sing

Beyond the reach of memory and grief,

Under the canopy of their wings