In the hazy distance,

A delicate melody,

Sweeps through the valleys,

Echoing tremendously.

I can't help but listen,

To the notes so clair.

It warms my heart,

Yet still, I'm unaware.

The song grows louder,

The dove approaches the heathers.

Its small, but proud,

Held with ethereal feathers.

My pulse quickens,

Its coming too fast!

"Maybe if I catch it,

I can make it last."

I reach for a cage,

Paint peeling off the bars,

It will keep the dove,

Away from the stars.

The prison closes,

Dripping greed and lust,

The dove lays inside,

Trapped in metal and rust.

As it sits,

All alone inside,

A tear escapes,

Its golden eye.

But it will triumph,

Soon you will see,

The dove won't be captured,

It simply can not be.

The dove melts through the bars,

And flutters away,

You can only watch,

Filled with dismay.