Black Dove


Ashes on the Dove’s two wings
What as pure white
it is now taint

No longer pure as it was before
Lightly touched with darkness
A smudge of woe

Yet the Dove will continue to fly
High and Higher
In the deep blue sky

But the ashes left a mark on those wings
A once peaceful soul
Tainted by dark things

Happiness at times burned to dust
Leaves marks on us all
But some go untouched

I wish you could somehow see it my way
Instead of throwing ashes
On my Dove’s two wings