LA PALOMA

A shadow falls

On the garden wall

There’s the strum of singing strings

And through the mist of shade and sound

A dove with folded wings

As in a dream

The white bird seems

An old remembered tune

A timeless melody

Perched there so still on the garden wall

A strange white feathered song

In shadowed light

A sweet time past

Within the heart will sometimes fall

Such fragile things spark memory

A wisp of sound

A haunting song

A feathered dream with folded wings

On a sequestered wall