When the White Dove Coos

The white dove perched upon the windowsill;

perking its demented head high enough to reach my pedestal.

to glorify or to dethrone?I don't know. 

soon, i'll be cocooned;

while the white dove stands still,unfazed.

watching me,silently.

no coos, no cries. 

just a company of an innocent white dove. 

Then came the morning after, 

Now i hear its song as it started to fly, 

veering away from the old sky

unto the multitude of hapless souls.

To save or torment? I don't know.

Tomorrow, some will perish;

And all the chosen ones will watch with awe. 

With mourning whilst in prayer.

My Darling, when the white dove coos, 

find me.

©jenh2014