The Dove Part 5The songbird has gone, left her in the dustThe Dove Part 5 by ~DualityComplex
Her song still carried across the land
The cage dirty and filled with must.
In hopes that he will hear over the rushing sand.
The dove was there to stay
The songbirds sorrows lifed.
He kept her safe and others at bay
He never wanted to let her be shifted.
But he has departed now
Left her alone and scared
For the songbird didn't know
How to deal with problems bared.
She loved the cage made of gold and glass
And the beautiful song he would sing.
But I suppose his return is more than she can ask
For it seems his return she cannot bring.
Someday the songbird might return.
And see what
The Dove Part 4His dove had gone and flown awayThe Dove Part 4 by ~DualityComplex
With her had gone his heart.
The pain, it seemed, was there to stay.
And that regrowth would surely start.
But the dove has come back to him
Bringing along his heart.
She sits upon a dark tree limb
And vows never to depart.
The cage of his of gold and glass
Was not what brought her back.
It was the fields of flowers, grass
That the other world had lacked.
And now the dove was here to stay
And the songbirds sorrows lifted.
He would keep her safe and keep others at bay
For he would never let her be shifted.
And together they'll be
Sharing one cage and more.
For no longer would either have to so
The Dove Part 3The Dove has finally flown homeThe Dove Part 3 by ~DualityComplex
Into his arms, where she belongs
The songbird, too, will no longer roam
With her cardinal she chirps her songs
Are there such thing as fairy tales?
Where all get what they most desire?
The wind will come, all gusts and gales
We'll wait and see if we can fly higher
For now we have our "happily ever after"
Or, at least, our happy for the time being
Those who don't look are forever dafter
Than those who keep their eyes open, seeing
that they can be happy too.
The Dove Part 2The dove has flown away,The Dove Part 2 by ~DualityComplex
to far and distant lands.
Because the poor creature cannot
Be content in just ones hands.
She seeks to find the truth
In happiness and love.
But for now all she can do
Is soar in the skies above.
She knows of all the pain
The sadness,
The longing,
That flows within the rain.
But keeps flying on and on
For cages cannot hold her.
It doesnt matter what theyre made of
Because by morning she is gone.
She needs more than pretty things
To make her come to land.
No matter if its gold
She needs the happiness the world brings.
But for now our poor dove
Cannot see anything past the lands
She only keeps flyi
Sta.sh
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