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.