A Thousand Doves In Dreams

Doe eyed Muse I write again,
Showering you with pages.
A thousand doves soar in your dreams,
Released from mental cages.

Every poem a pure white bird,
Flying high and free.
Every word a plaintive cry,
For you to notice me.

Each page I write is full of love,
Of pain, and adoration.
The blood of my pen flowing down,
In silent admiration.

Unthinkingly sensual, naturally bad,
You will forever tempt me.
But from afar one thing I know,
Grief is all you ever sent me.

You are aloof, but still I write,
A poet on my doomed mission.
To draw you near, to seduce you,
Finally, into submission.

But a thousand doves may fly away,
And into the distance escape.
Leaving me with empty words,
That I alone can shape.

Although my Muse, you cannot rule,
Over my imagination.
I create you within my mind,
You're my emancipation.

For I am free to soar on high,
My heart like any dove.
My words the key to my own cage,
My dreams the path to love.


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