nightly cooing of the doves

Never have I heard death
In slumber’s baited breath
Ghastly sounds never charm
Hostile dreams rarely harm
Time’s hold on memory
Lessens eternity,
Yesterday’s great burden

Calm notes are my warden
Out of darkness they surge
Overcoming night’s dirge
Intimate tears silent
Never can they be spent
Gifts from a dove’s last song

On the morn’s o’clock gong
Frights slowly dissipate

Tender signs I create
Hasty means to forget
Eerie countenance met

Distress now forgotten
Open windows freshen
Vexing memories fade
Enter airborne parade
Songs of the cooing doves



nightly cooing of the doves
14 – 21 july, 2006
six syllables per line;
rhyme scheme: aa/bb/cc/dd/ee/ff/gg/hh/ii/jj/kk/l