Missing Dove

Whereto my dove flew
I can't tell...

I'd caged her in the nest beneath my breast--
Safe from prying predators
And gnawing cold winds...

I'd tamed her wild ways;
Ushered into fun-filled lovely haven
Wherein footsteps resonated with heartbeats...

And beneath the low skies
Wherein my eyes reign sharply
I could trace her--
Like a pin in chaff!

Closed doors have owners
Oh, what uncultured devil dared open mine?
Luring her with gold grains
In the season of dryness...

She dismantled the nest
cutting enjoining vessels thus
They bleed, forever bleed!

I wander in this wilderness,
Gaze at clear skies,
And scry, forever scry
But alas! Even scent's gone...

(c) wafula p'khisa