Sun and Snow

Dreams of A Dove

DREAMS OF A DOVE

 BY: CINDERELLE

It's bedtime,

For the turtle dove,

Who rests upon a cloud.

With sleepy eyes,

He bids goodnight,

And whispers prayers aloud.

His lullaby,

Is cricket's cries,

That echo through the sky.

And a midnight breeze,

Will tuck him in,

To slumber in the trees.

A blanket,

For the turtle dove,

Is made of peaceful dreams.

And his pillow shall be woven from,

Wishes,

And whipped cream.

The stars will say a quick goodnight,

And hope his dreams are blessed.

And moon had better follow,

Or she'll disturb his rest.

Now we watch the turtle dove,

As he's almost dozed away.

Too bad it's almost morning,

And he'll be waking in dismay.