A dove is born---
engulfed in light
Lifting high
Above fear and dispute
Into space---
My soul opened it's wings
Trying to fly
But a moment of a cold breeze
Freezes it into silence--
Oh fresh, shady, green hills!
Who can see so many different things?
Roses freshly picked at night---
Tears falling like rain from your eyes
Bring the roses back to life---
The moon is poised in the stillness!
Eva-Maria Hogrefe
