Moon Dove

As a moon dove
is as restless a

is for a home of love in its travels
surpasses herself herself doses of sorrow

when looking at the mirror in a clover
or while perched solitary on the limbs
of a tree where it waits in the shadows

then fly with the power of wing or soar
the air is its earth it gently traversed
while across its tail, where landed and fell
the force of the air across from its source

sweetly the music entwined in its ions.
accented syllables formed on her wings
dove is a portion of imagined depth
past the requirement of love and strength