MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Follower’

Standing at a cross
Pebbles on the road
Digging into my soles

Looking out for a sign
Open fields and tall grass
As far as the eye can see

Shall not turn back now
Past has dissapeared
Only future in the ether

The wind picks up suddenly
Bringing seeds of change
On its broad shoulders

The dove appeared
Carrying a leaf of laurel
On its fluffy white wings

Released it at my feet
Hovered above the head
Softly touching my hair

Choosing to follow the dove
Wherever it takes me
I took it was my sign

The birdie took me places
I could not have imagined
Finding doors to my heart

Picking me up when I felt low
It chirpped about love and hope
When need be it comes with me

On the path I found love
That makes peace and doves
Free wild and intuitive

Walking on
Peace