The Lost Dove Poem by Josh Southern

I could see it fly,
Endlessly soaring onwards,
Careful to avoid the shimmering smoke
Whispering through the sky

Coloured gold with love
It fluttered forgotten;
Lost, cold,
The searching dove

Imagining the warmth, the haven
Of the flickering fire settling on the skin,
Foreign now but as my dreams swayed,
Home at last I sought.

But cold I was, too cold to feel,
The last of Love and hope,
As a troop of snowflakes extinguished
The dying light

Faintly now,
I could see it grieve
Disappearing into the grey

Just to leave
A tear,
Falling against the wind,
Striking the ground,
Washing the fear