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