The Dream Dove - By Laura Josselyn © 5/14/99 The Dream Dove rules the skies of the night With soft blue feathers kissed by the moon's pure light. She searches the dreams of souls filled with fright She touches them softly and makes them all right Born of the moonbeam and milky way The stars light her path in iridescent display With long silken feathers that dance as she plays Without fear of darkness before the sun shows it's rays Delicate dream dove come to me as I rest Carry my nightmares away else they have me obsessed I've no room for these wicked nightmares I must attest Let my nights finally find their long saught after restFor Cynthia Proctor... most definately "A Dove" Laura Josselyn © 5/14/99
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