Peacefully the Dove
Hold the memory of the
last time
like I would a precious
dove,
close to the breast.
When in your arms
entangled
my bones do rest,
breathe the breath
of the blessed.
I cherish the thought of
your eyes,
so gently and brightly
on me,
yet so like a spirit
sword
of one who shaped my
soul.
On fiery anvils held by
angels,
by God’s will
hammered,
in a blaze of chosen
words
spoken by eternal lips,
the spirit forms we hold
were given shape and
glowed
as the life force flowed
from the breath of
eternal lips.
Your soul and mine are
one,
wedded and welded in
one.
So seek the moment of
the next time.
Peacefully the dove
awaits her one true
love.
Vicente Reyes
April
18, 1995
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