White Dove

A lament so potent, a scorn so strong
One cannot imagine what had done such wrong
Her heart so fragile, a fracture from only a song
No matter how sad, joyous, or serious it was
Her eyes would appear as shattered glass because
She had wept for so long

Clouds would gather and rain in all the places
And she would hide in the weather, regardless of the faces
Who wept for her, with her, feelings fragile as laces
And they called for the sun to pierce the clouds with light
But the light would only intrude so slight
As the rain, still, slowly erases

A lost Love, weep for me, darling, a lost Love
Thought to be as peaceful as the white dove
Who brought a branch of life to those in need
I stand alone in this place with rains that flood
And I shall soon cover this hell with my blood
Before I let these chaotic waters recede

Waves, crash before me! Waters take my breath away!
Lightning, strike me! I will forever stay
Let the waves sting my eyes for I don't want to see
Let the waters drown me for my Love ceases to be
Let the lightning bring my death, as my last decree
For my Heart commands me no more

But a last soul shown through the storm
Taking a bright, kind, and loving form
It commanded the waves to cease
The lightning to stop, the water to decrease
Until on a rickety boat lay a fading girl

The soul voiced proudly Love is Real! Love is Real!
Young girl, too much have you invested, now kneel
Time is young, and storms will come and go
But there are things you must always know
Love is elusive-- always intrusive
Love is kind-- eclipses your mind
Love is empowering-- leaves you cowering
But Above All
Love is Real
And this, no matter how shattered your heart may be
You will always feel

And so I say, thou shalt release upon the world your last dove
For months, for years, for life it will search for Love
And in the time between, though your heart may bleed
The white dove will always bring back what you need