The Noah Dove

I pray thee, cry no more

For broken dreams and unforgotten stories.

May your boat come ashore

Shining the presentation of your glories.

I pray thee, sigh no more;

From darkness comes light to destroy your despair.

Although thee may be sure,

What friend must be close to change from smile to glare?

I pray thee, lie no more

Nor hide from the truth and those who thee do love.

I pray thee, find a cure

Open your heart and fly like the Noah dove.

The Noah Dove was the first of my collections that

I wrote and was written when I was 18.