The Dove

The Dove
A gully formed by my shed tears .Shattered window thought to be never mended .A fatigued spirit that was full of fears.Overcast abyss with a ray of light blended.This flash of hope emerged from paradise .So confidently and full of charm . Fluttered with golden wings how well it enticedUnder the lush tree to shelter from harm.How sunsets furnish every bit of warmth.How the moonlight blanket comes around me.How amazingly it took the form Of a dulcet dove that in me believed.Silently it retreated with no whisper goodbye.Slowly faded into the serene blissful skies.Unforgotten dreams of how to truly fly.

Tarek Nassif

2006