MOURNING DOVE

She shivers as the cold seeps deep into her soul
She hates when over her own life she has no control

The wind and rain beat hard against the windowpane
She knows once more she will attempt to sleep….in vain

Though she hopes that sleep will hit its mark
She fears the nightmares that come with the dark

Oft when she closes her eyes she sees things she wishes not
Dreams of ghosts and ghouls and swamps filled with rot

She is aware that all this evil is nothing more than her fears
Taking shapes of horrid form to bring her eyes to tears

She reaches over during the night to hold the man she does adore
Realizing the hard cold truth, that he is there no more

She slips deep once more into the nightmares of sleep
Praying the childhood prayer for God her soul to keep

With the first rays of dawn she is awakened by a mourning dove
Though its call sounds sad, she knows it is the call of love

As she listens to its song, she wishes she were sitting in that tree
Calling her lover to fly away with her throughout eternity

(C by Regina, 8-15-06)