Wild Dove Poem by S.W. Clark

What lead us to flight on this lit offset night
That hearts rhythm in tune could aspire scenes of Heaven so soon.
Let the world pass for me and you,
the feeling of Love's coming through.
Our ship grounded,
surrounded by an endearing hue.
This is the Isle of the Compassion-ed Two.
Chilled air could not dampen hearts' afire
yet mild chords strung on the lyre.
The Wild Dove freedom bound
whispers a charge,
the silent sound.
'You're mine
and
I am
Yours.'