Until There Are Doves

Empty hole

beyond control

it wants to be fed

it isn't dead

so much alive

it'd suck juice from the head

Then tears will fall

and creeps will crawl

they are bugs that'll bite

when they come to fight

And so is the sold

cheap like fools gold

on the outside; decked in trinkets

while the inside has rickets

Deficiency

proficiency

is compromised

by unsurmised

and broken dreams

and without means

and without beans

to plant a stalk

Perched is a hawk

on a tree, in a meadow

where the grass is all yellow

and the air is dry

For the clouds are wry

and nil of rain

cooking, drying out; in pain

are the flowers all around

and it's there they are bound

to stay …

Why not try to walk away?

to a place that is cool

where the heart is the jewel

on a ferry, so ride

across the river wide

to the other side

Where there still lives a chance to dance

to advance

to repair

to be fair

and rebuild broken mind

and cut the ties that bind

To the dark of the past

to the feelings that last

whence they're blocking the hole

and so killing the soul

There are whispers abide

on the edge of the tear

where the blood drops, they dare

to challenge living wounds

to hum a new tune

There's a knob which is hidden

Control’s not forbidden

and though the fingers may shake

and courage it may take

For the heart controls the hand

of the volume, demand

it be turned up to the ears

so it can drown the fears

And inspire new hope

to climb the wiry rope

to the top of the clouds

so blast the music loud

Then put on the gloves

so when push comes to shove

you can keep sight on above…

Until there are doves

April 27th, 2012
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