Flight Path
On the dark wings of a ragged dove
Hope rides weary
through menacing night skies
filtered with murky clouds and
haunted by the shrieks of hungry hawks
diving, attacking, living just to tear her down
strip her apart, to devour her in pieces
Still, she rides
gripping, the slippery oils of the feathers' plumes
Intent to survive,
to break through the barrier of
daybreak's shadow
and again see the pastel palette of
Morning's promise.
©2011. Ami Lovelace.
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Content Copyright 2011. Ami Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.
Published on September 06, 2011 12:00