Seven ringdoves

Shatter the setting sun
and the boisterous moon.
Side by side in the same bed.
But always, the dawn
will come, like the pines
and birds in your soul.

A ancient secret covered
by palm leaves, now out
with a flourish of bugles.
And saluting an honest skull,
and a life of ten thousand
feathers flapping in the wind.

No longer caught between
sadness and the sea,
I ponder you – calm inside me.
Until our hearts whisper,
and I am sleeping in your soul
…..once again.

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