so she flew with the doves
as she had always done
This soft and gentle wing, her song
her love left behind with hawk and hounds
Thrill of embrace, humanity’s race proven to kill
gauntlet down flung deep, her color flagged
but He masters her heart, unveils the masks, flies to no hand but she
She is his blood and breath
The Mistress and candle to his will
and he brings light, a flight of fire …He is the beloved and their love belongs