Pale Doves at Midnight (first draft)

Pale doves at midnight duel in this sharp moonlight
Their  necking in nesting hints their held in so snug
Their wrapped wings sojourn against bitter payment
That comes from following his long winter’s night tug
But tender the spirit! Oh so quietly how she whispers,
In wrestling surges to strike at his dark fathomless sea
That rises in waves of hissed raged-slashed -clamour;  
Against the chilling murmur of his night seeded spray.

And between the wild lunar canyon’s now crystallising  
Seen through the folding limbs of the cold winter trees
The doves rise  in dances  of  silk stretched stalk fingers
They play in cracked cycles to fight against hearts decay
Oh how they move in the low hush of the night’s breeze
To sooth heated hearts and soften the hard metal minds
Of those who long for cool air and now ache to be free.  

By  the weight of these gossamer silver spun shard swords
We are guarded by the ghost against this wild bitter night
Triumphantly we stare at  the crows now swift departure
Knowing that huge waves of peace will now start to rise  
So  with rich joy in our hearts  we dance to our new  love
Then rock off  with peace in our  warm tender soft clasps
And  then slide far far away from our rich dream filled creation
As  dawns  warm soothing lips brings forth a brand new  day.  

© ADH 2015