"Mending Wings"

Purest in white
Beautiful and gentle
From the branch flew
A dove

Rising above it’s own agony
Reverent at her feet
Watching death embraced
A mortal with no wings to fly

Refract in clouds
Memories sewn in perfect seams
Of madness
Haggard through the morning sky
A haunted earth

Broken dreams scattered
With each note
Of the dove’s cry

Pale-hued jasmine
Scents the morose air
Mixture of pleasure and pain
Bitter winds precariously suspended
Against numbing coldness

Her life fades...
In delightful release

Ascending into the light
Of peace...

Soaring to freedom
In harmony with mending wings