On The Wings Of A Dove Poem by Phil Soar

On the wings of a dove, my heart flies in a cold embrace
High in the atmosphere above this warm and pleasant place
I fly with a view spectacular, from where I can see it all
On the wings of a dove, I fly above, and hope that I don't fall

On a wing and a prayer, I cling to that which makes it all worthwhile
I float on air, and circle around the sky for mile on mile
And when I return my breath has almost left my heart behind
And the things I've seen will forever be, locked inside my mind