My Thought Rests with You

If a thought has its own entity

I’d like mine in the form of a dove

Dewdrop-shaped, fluttering wings above

It communicates in serenity

Defined by infinity

 

Like liquid crystal it flows

Like a translucent flame it glows

In a languid Sunday afternoon it grows

To make itself known

By you

When the tip of its wing

Brushes against your face

Like a summer breeze

Ever so gently without a trace

 

And when finally sleepiness calls

As dusk falls

Let it find refuge on your shoulder

With a sigh I can sleep too

Knowing you are touched by my thought

Satisfied that my thought rests with you