The Dove Poem by Alisa Evsyukova

I will let my dove fly from daily gloom
To bathe in the sun’s bright rays.
The Rose of memory, too, will bloom
In desert sands one day.

I will bestow freedom from fears
On my tired spirit that endures.
I will shed all my heartfelt tears,
Waves of my stormy and turbulent life.

I will leave a bouquet of floral dreams,
For my loving and dearest friends.
I will sing a swan song to my kin,
As the sun in the west descends.

All earthly possessions I return to the Earth,
But what belongs to Heaven I render to God.
My brittle will and sinful soul
I give back to the Lord

Though my tender heart will be with you forever.
This rose whose scent recalls our times together
Is in your soul, my love, forever.

Soar then, my dove, to the sunny sky,
bring peace to all those limitless spaces.
My prayers will unveil and beautify
The purity of your Greatness.

The years will melt like snow on a sunny day,
Changing with each season the rhythmic pulse of Nature.
They will freeze in the locks of your hair as grey
Hoarfrost, recalling all the joyful past adventures.

And then, one spring you’ll see that white angelic dove,
Hovering high above the peaceful endless ocean
And into your mind will come my name, with love,
as the Rose of Memory fills you with emotion.