Sitting here I wait and watch

Thinking thoughts of yore

Wishing my wishes with all my might

Watching my dreams take flight

In the form of doves

Pure and white

They soar through skies

Of white and blue

Until they reach the point

Of coming true

Then gently they land

Upon a cloud

There they turn to a holy babe

Cheerfully playing

'Till it reaches the age

When it can serve

The one who said a silent word

In the form of a dream

Then the babe will come kiss

The cheek of the one

That wished the wish

And keep him safe from harm

And watch over him

In an angelic sort of way

And stay there

Through his very last day