Your dove has completed its’ flight,
Landing on your shoulder,
Bringing you peace at last.
Your wars are finally over.
Your demons have melted like morning fog in the sun.
Now the pure and innocent seed of your soul
can take root again, stronger than before,
in a quieter land, a more nurturing soil.
Don’t let my tears hold you back my love.
We must all go. You must continue to grow.
Find a place among flowers and clover to sow your seed again.
I will join you there in the blink of an eye.
You won’t even have time to miss me.
We will be together forever, there too,
as we have been here in this life.
April 2nd,2007
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Stellar craftsmanship employed here, Robin...Smooth, mellifluous structuring, and effulgent imagework highlight this gem...Solid Work. ~ FjR ~