Morning Dove

Let's play a game,
Let's call it Queen of Hearts
The last one standing, should be two
And full of lovers' art.
You voice is singing through the night,
Your whispers travel far,
My meditating mind, and heart, have found
a stolen dove.
She's pure and sweet, and travels far,
Soaring in the sky.
Her wings they take her here and there,
and no one wonders why.
She dances with the wispy wind,
She sings, drenched in morning dew.
Her home is in the sky, and clouds,
Her love is within you.

Let lovers' lust and fairy dust,
Grace your weary eyes.
For reality is what we make of it,
and fragile laced in lies.

So dance with me my Morning Dove,
You're pure, as winter's snow.
You soul is distant, but close somehow,
Still nobody fathoms our woas.