My little dove - Poetry music of the day

[Marcus Nalgaber]

 

The flower of my thought 

will blossom, 

sometime,

when the sadness has gone away

and this is how 

I will remember you,

my sweet dove,

without the pain 

that I felt upon losing you

and upon not touching 

your alive, gray and iridescent feather 

so warm,

little dove that came to me hurt

and that left alive in me

the trace of your innocence

and of your calm gaze,

tiny heart that already beat in my soul,

great affection that you sowed in me,

little friend that followed my steps

looking for the comfort of my company, 

love that grew day by day 

and that joined both of us together,

divine gift that I no longer have,

memory that I am covering

with your timid and simple image,

courageous messenger that finally flew again

taking with it my smile and my dreams.