when doves cry

in the woods walking on a evening of days gone by
on a beaten path
leaves of autumn scattered, like memories haunting in an endless dream
in-between dreams
a dove lay still i saw yonder
wings broken
... bruised
its whiteness has become a rainbow of grey only
a muti-colored hues
of regrets
remorse
but still i could hear its painful breath of hope
weakening
as i approached
in its eyes i could hear whispers of joys i once heard in a place
as dark as the woods
the same exact whispers of a thousand stories i am to listen to, patiently
with smiles of the past reconstructed
i took it in my hands
the warmth of my palms a blanket becometh
gave it a long kiss on its forehead
whisper words of peace and mysteries
of a common language we both knew
held it close to my heart
our heartbeat becomes one
walked briskly to the lake that has become my sanctuary
it made little sounds of hope
and gratitude i suppose
and promise me a thousand stories
as i promised it a thousand moments of healing
so that
it may one day fly away
wings stronger
heart warmer
spirit raised higher
and find its place again
amongst the clouds
where love reign supreme
and i
in my walk in the woods
will look up to the sky
occasionally
smiling
knowing
doves do cry
in times of sorrow
in times of joy
and i
a solitary reaper
and a healer
i shall forever be
nature and i
-- one
like the dove and the clouds above