Doves

The white dove at morning called out to warn me — don’t Breath in
The wind carries fire you knew as a child it’ll lure you in
And all the vultures sit on wires waiting for lightning to strike where you
stand
With your arms across your chest and rapture heaving in your breath at the end
In spite of the threat I decided to let my guard down
I stood there for hours with three frozen flowers andwatched the crowd
I saw blind children throwing darts sticking into all four walls and themselves
I saw their mothers watching sadly, scatter ashes like red petals on the ground
Tell me what’s the harm
In looking back, in holding on
Endless hope sure takes long
To quiet down, to let you out
The white dove of longing calls from the falling snow tonight
I’ve turned out the street lamps, I’ll cover you footsteps won’t you come on
outside
So I went down to the river broke the ice and sang the saddest song I know
And with the water to my waist I came to know I was afraid to turn and go
Tell me what’s the harm
In looking back, in holding on
Endless hope sure takes long
To quiet down, to let you out