Mourning Dove

This morning I awoke to a mourning dove
Dresden cheap hotels My love my love my love
Its call pierced my window, a gossamer tongue
Sang my love my love my love

Three thousand miles behind us
Echoes in silence
My love my love my love
hotels Gent A small sorrowful phonograph perched cries this
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What’s in a song ringing from a head hung so low
And wings so still and stale
A tongue in a bell
Where the wind doesn’t blow
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There is a song that belongs in the sky
It mimics the wind
It is gone as soon as it begins
Then there are the songs of another kind
They settle as dust
They convene like rust
They ripen like wine

What’s in a song ringing from a head hung so low
And wings so still and stale
A tongue in a bell
Where the wind doesn’t blow
Only rings when it hails

And three hours later that bird’s still singing
Though I may be the only little body listening
He seems a little further away
Each minute that he sings and waits

Come to my closed window
My love my love
Let me see your eyes glow
My love my love
I can’t make it up trees, I have taken to kneeling
My love love love

Daniela Gesundheit ©2003