The Dove Of Morning
Richard Q’zeromen
Written for Audrey Gillingham

In the chill of the morning,
your curtains will blow forward the essence of who I am,
and in-between the shadows in your mind,
you will draw just as the curtains,
and know that my Spirit is reaching for you.

The cold will not faze you,
for the awkward balance of your Soul is becoming sustained,
as God works his Will with you.
Filling your heart with light, the new dawn,
will arrest the past, replacing you besides yourself.

The search for complete happiness is morphing,
into the beauty of a sublime God.
See the messenger, who has stirred your curtains,
and imbued you with love.

Thou art, is the froth of a cold morning, 
and a distant Soul is holding hands with you.
He walks with you,
and the presence of a rose stone colored path,
is beneath your feet.

It does not have to be morning to say such things,
for the Doves have been released,
and they will fly at all hours of the day and night.

Upon their flight is your buckled message,
that you have found me.

In the cold chill of the hour,
the somber tone of your voice is enriched,
fluttering as the Dove.

It is this Dove, who draws your curtains forward.