Speak to me grey mourning dove.
Tell me why you’ve come?
Twice early morn, peering upon my grieving soul,
Your tilted head, mournful eyes look for understanding.
Speak to mine heart grey mourning dove.
Please enlighten me why you’ve come?
Comprehension dawns bright,
Love memorandum in the eyes of a dove.
Speak to mine heart grey mourning dove.
Tell me why you’ve come?
Carry on my little one, I’ll wait.
Dry your tears all is well with my soul.
Speak to mine heart grey mourning dove.
Tell me why you’ve come?
Afterlife assurance, Love, I’ll see you soon.
Crystal clear waters, boats sail free.
Speak to mine heart grey mourning dove.
Tell me why you’ve come?
Òcoo-OOH, Ooo-Ooo-OooÓ, you gracefully rise,
Bearing home, upon whistling wings.
Love’s memorandum received.


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Anne - Your comment moved my heart...as the mourning dove poem is true. God sometimes does send his love on the wings of a dove or bird. A sign "all is well".