The dove is what the rose became
A metamorphosis of light and color
After the eagle had been tamed
Before the sparrows could intervene
So the dove could be the composite
Of all earthly birds
The Ur-bird
The Christ bird
To rest above his head
In the beginning there was
This peace of the dove
When the sun was highest in the sky
Linger there for a while
If you can and tell me
What you see
If it not be love
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