The Dove

Once I looked to the sky up above
and saw a dark cloud where there had been a dove
wondering if it had fallen from the sky
sadness entered my heart and I began to cry

I wanted to reach out
to take the dark cloud away
but my heart had failed me
I awoke the next day

Like a cactus in the desert sand
I had become dry with thorns in either hand

But from the dryness
the dark cloud had shrunken away
and in the sky
the dove now remains