Author: Kerry J. Bickford

High above the chatter of birds

The wailing of a mourning dove

Echoes

Mouth closed; chest puffed

Coo- coo coo coo

It haunts the sleepy morning

Something deep within me stirs

A sadness that cannot be spoken

A silent, painful moaning

Mouth closed, hand over my heart

I reverently listen

Sometimes there are no words

As the waves crash

And wind blows 

And the ancient carriers of secrets

Console me with their songs

Of love.