A Dove

A Dove
Across the bluest sky
Up in the sky so high
As white as snow it would be
A beautiful dove in the sky
Bringing love and peace all around
From afar, you can see its shadow on the ground
Wings like an angle to the touch
At times I do wish to touch, the beautiful creature, to caress every feature. But I do not dare so much. For it I do, it would not be fair. To touch a creature so clean and pure. I could not endure the cleanness it would bear. Eyes so blue like a lagoon. To see the cleanness would be too soon. Flying with grace, and never leaving a trace of sympathy from his wings.