Endless Flight

From the far away wilderness I hear the blue dove cry

Passing through the filters of a busy city

Where cars honk at wayward pedestrians

And the weekend merrymaking becomes a little too raucous 

It reaches my ears while I stare at the hunter in the sky

In her melancholic voice she sings songs of bereavement

Of being lost in the endless labyrinth of gloom 

Of the river losing herself just before she could meet the sea

Of the cool breeze turning away its face 

giving way to hot suffocating winds that scalded her face

Of the air pregnant with dark wordless silent

Of the heavy sticky fluid choking the insides
Of waiting for a meeting that shall never happen

Though she sings to herself, our hearts beat in harmony

Till my heart turns into hers

I turn into the blue dove and sit on the oak branch

The mistletoe grows under my feet with berries all over

I expand my newly found wings even as I hear the cooing from branches around

I pause for a moment and only see clockwork birds around

I give in to my newly found wings and take my endless flight