The Dove

Simple, pure
Holy, white
Released from its cage
It disappears into the sun.

It's a symbol for peace,
It's a symbol for love,
And yet it remains
A pigeon.

Walk in the Snow

I stand there, gleaming
My hand around your waist
When I sense it.

Tomorrow you'll tell me we need to talk.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the snow?"