Flying on Wings of a Dove   

 Flight the bird that soars above the hills

Light as a feather and white snow bleached

Yearning for the serenity lying of wing skills

 Intermingled the purity he glides above breached

  New beginnings at the sun light of day

Gorgeous skies painted blue or fire engine red 

Over the clouds above the rocky mountain jay

Nevermore to wings that flutter of the golden thread

  Waive the perilous flight forgoing to soar above

Inept of his ability that carries his travel

Naked to the evil that holds him free of

Gazing to the journey that beacons that unravel

  Spews of betrayal that binds him to hate 

Often sees the work with tiny Naive existence

Frail to the hurt that traps the journey innate

A miss of things he takes for granted persistence

  Down with the soar that mocks fiduciary duty

 Onset of the stage his performance of animation

Veils the hate hidden and not the beauty Erupt

Used overflowing the raging world creation