~*~Angel Dove~*~

by Mysteria

She played a mournful song on her harp,
As she began yet another day of her sorrow.
Singing of shattered crystal tears of rejection,
She prayed for a healed heart on the morrow.

Cast aside, her wings now broken,
She sang the song of her now distant love.
Poor little angel, now held by chains,
Earth bound - a spent, wingless dove.

Like a sad, lonely, and discarded dove,
Shackled by dreams all shattered and torn,
She covers herself in a sad blanket of shame,
Love has no face, she cries, so forlorn.

Imagine an anchoring sorrow so great,
Fate seems but a trifling maze.
Disillusioned by overpowering thoughts,
Rejected, she now walks in mind's haze.

Honor this flightless wounded bird,
Now shamelessly bound, a silent dove.
For once she flew on the wings of hope,
In search of a soul mate to love.

Cast aside in a folly long over,
Her heart mattered not from the start,
A sweet angel again has retreated in dishonor,
Tender heart and soul savagly torn apart.

She had felt the wind whispering songs of love,
Beneath the down on her soft feathered wings,
But sadly,flew blind into love's searing pain,
And now somehow her heart no longer sings!

[This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 03-18-2001).]

"Yet each man kills the things he loves...some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word" Oscar Wilde

Passion,imagination
and intellect
running together...
Poetry in motion~~~

Aloha with
warmest regards, Koko