Quiet, The Dove
Signed Lithograph
Size:
From Alph
Our love-strewn aviary
How angels spring
To agitate the day.
Fingers flail
But fail the total feather.
Fingers thrall the heart
To bird to wing.
Where see the broken wicker
Discage, yet tear the flesh.
In vain deft fingers
Dry
the rain
Pluck the ariel
To fluttering pieces-
Zed fell.
Quiet Dove!
The ark
is dark.
Stock No: RI012
