White Winged Dove

To borrow from Stevie Nicks, “Just like the white-winged dove, singing songs sounds like she’s singing, … Ooh baby, ooh baby.”

See you for who you are, you are our baby. If the purity of the soul could be measured by the goal, you’d be our idol now, we love you so. You are our white-winged dove sounds like you’re singing, “help me baby help me to be. Everything that I can, I’ll be your heart I’ll be your man, you are my everything. You are my strength, my voice, my hands, my legs, my means, my ways, my song, my days, my nightime too. You tuck me in and keep me safe, I love your hugs, your warm embrace, you show the world to me.”

“I like my wingman’s touch, his laptop lights and sounds and such, the glowing screen of a fabled dream or is it neuron flow? It runs together it jumps, it sings, it falls and turns in cascade rings, you’ll never know how much it means. A synaptic glow, like lava flow, it sparks of colors bright and bold, it will never grow old it’s what it seems. It’s a dream. ”

And from Chris’s voice a sweet refrain, let us hear its softened words, “for all you do. I love you!”

Know at night that when I dream, I’m whole.
Sirch Selig, “A Tale Of Love,” Dec 2010

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