Careless… liberated… the world is her abode
She reigns supreme… the sky her his throne
Her wings are her call to reach the masses
No time exists… so no time passes
I long for her touch… I long for her love
But I’m wedged to the soil… to dwell with the shrubs
If you grant me your love… my qualms will cease to surface
For with faith in faithfulness… I can love with a purpose
I can begin to explore a world free of partiality
Free from falsehoods… free from reality
If you grant me your mind… I can asses with precision
For there is nothing to divert… nothing prior was given
I envy your very presence… I envy your space
Grant me your touch… I will linger by the lake
I long for your touch… I long for your love
I long to be you… I long to be the dove

-Jon Chambers

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