the messenger

for the infinite

Little castle wings turn to let loose silent dove. No, she lies. No, she flies. Yes, she dives. She dives. She dives...Then she rises. She rises. She rises. Swift a spins. And turns. And turns. And disappears...

Follow the dove. Flutter little wings, wisp an apparition no little too soon, no little too late. Just in time she arrives. Exact time, exact place. Tender sweet cooing clear and crisp. Not comprehending yet understanding. Return whence you come to your infinite seclusion.

She soars to yonder whilst the rest slumber. Stopped  a sudden by the sharp, strong and wicked. Wringing her neck, she struggles. And struggles. Free you are no more. Gasp for air, gasp for life. She dies. You die. All of yourself dead. Rejoice, rejoice for she is dead. Dead as dead.

Alas no end, for end. Rebirth, reborn, reincarnate. She returns living sure as death. For what once alive cannot truly perish. Again she flies. And dives. And rises. And disappears...to hers infinite seclusion.