A burst within this chest of mine,
The hollow cave now full
With remnants scattered close behind
The ever-glowing hull.
The reservoir is broken,
A void has now been filled.
With so dense a fiery token
Ever have my lungs been thrilled.
Steady breathing, it grows nervous,
Soft hands begin to shake
The thought of lifelong service
To the passions here at stake
Provides me with a craving
For something more than I –
It prints its own engraving
On wings which bid me fly.
The subject of this painting
I gently hold so dear.
The moon begins its waning
And the night begins to clear.
The dove begins its lengthy flight
In the foreground, bright and bold –
Flies solely through the onyx night
To find its love to hold.
I am a bird, I am a bird,
As lofty as the dove.
I take flight to make it heard
A thousand times, my love.