skip to main | skip to sidebar

The Smoker's Lounge

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Mourning Dove

The caged bird flys
so sad and far from home.
All alone amongst the grey sky,
it sings a song of mourning
like the doves
perched upon the wire.
They see all
Hope and happiness
loss and longing
fair and foregoing
yet they still sing
their song of mourning
They still stand their perch and wait
all alone amongst the grey sky.
Posted by -JST- at 11:40 AM

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2011 (3)
    • ►  March (2)
      • Change of Venue
      • Color Scheme
    • ►  February (1)
      • Like she was plucked from a picture and placed the...
  • ▼  2009 (12)
    • ►  December (1)
      • Untitled
    • ▼  August (2)
      • 30 Days of Darkness
      • The Mourning Dove
    • ►  July (1)
      • Like You Knew Me
    • ►  June (4)
      • If Only a Whisper
      • So Many Miles, So Short a Distance
      • Longing for the Light
      • Our Last Moments
    • ►  May (1)
      • The Warmth
    • ►  February (3)
      • The Depot
      • Rain Drops and Heartbeats
      • The Marksman (I Call it Aim)
  • ►  2008 (14)
    • ►  September (1)
      • Singing I Wish You Were Here
    • ►  June (1)
      • Live with Love
    • ►  April (7)
      • Monsters
      • Hangman
      • Crown of Daisies
      • The Road Away from Pain
      • Dolson Avenue Graveyard
      • Kiss Me Good
      • Live Your Life
    • ►  March (2)
      • And They Say Time Heals
      • The Moon Up High
    • ►  February (3)
      • Decadence of the Masses
      • Nobody's Perfect
      • Welcome

About Me

My Photo
-JST-
View my complete profile