The Clipped-Winged Dove

I woke up to images of your face. 

Your starbright eyes smiling at me...

Everything risked..

But the morning is bright...

And tossing, 

To my sleepy sight

You came in and out like a dream...

Images...and images 

Of everything 

It has taken for me to absorb you...

Your starbright eyes...

Smiling hiddenly back before me. 

And why it feels like a secret 

Even to us. 

Yes...

I do believe I love you little girl...

Yes....

I do see how I just must. 

All curled up...

In everything you choose to give...

And choose to give to

me...

..for now. 

For now. 

My mind shifts and weaves in disbelief, 

"No it can't be, u foolish thing"...

But mended, 

There you bind me. 

Even though little one, how YOU 

Are the one with the clipped wing; my dove. 

My Dove. 

Dear Love.