Black Doves

I’ve wandered around my life a lot lately

            Awkwardly and in a lost fashion

            Until I came out of my own daydream

            And found a forest; a bridge that was made with passion.

            I walked across and my direction was now straight

            The forest breathing quietly

            Then suddenly, something bold and great

            Rushed past me, but ever so silently.

            The figure was black and long

            Yet it had the wings of the most gorgeous dove

            Through its teeth, it sung a song

            Mostly people probably would have loved.

            I turned around to look at it

            And it ran away quickly on its hunches

            But it stopped and the black figure opened its eye, a slit

            Multiple other figures came by the bunches.

            I looked around, breathing erratic

            They came in and closed around me

            I clutched my chest, my heart sporadic

            When they came close and whispered, “you are who you are meant to be.”

            I woke up, sweat pouring from my temple

            Then I realized it was just a dream.

            I realized then that the dream I had was special.

            I don’t know what it quite meant, but one day I’ll see.