The Cry Of The Dove

Gather my heart, put my mind at ease

Replace the flowers, if you please

Through the valley and around the way,

A compassionate, loving garden waits.

Solitude, my dear friend, when will you come see me?

It's kindness that greets, so, I'll sit down and visit.

Reflections pick up the pace through a blue sky, I cry

Maybe I'll flourish, maybe I'll die.

Soothe me the door and the sound of my soul

A secret seldom shared

A love forevermore

My life, my love, be still my heart
Take no prisoners to your secret cell.
In love and memory the time passes by
Run through spaces and traces of lies

Through Whimsical Doors

On a whim and a whisper,

Through the mountains I roam;

Or so in my heart,

When I'm really at home.

Your tomorrow is today,

And I say, we shall play;

Ordinarily I'd be there,

But to stay is the way.

Watching and learning,

Through my eyes and yours;

We take in the seasons

Through whimsical doors.