Messenger

He stands high upon a rooftop peak

Not moving he stands erect looks and seek

Snow white wings like a vision of heaven

His head moves as though he is looking for someone

Is he lost or has he lost his mate

He moves away, begins to lay at the very center shutter

Still looking overhead what does he see, does it really matter

He seems to know this place, maybe he's on a mission of fate

Some how, some way, I think he is looking for me, I begin to shudder

I look up, he looks down, no sound, no one else around

The messenger I believe, is seeking me out

Letting me know there is still a chance to come about

About knowing, living, loving, sharing, and praying

For the greatest thing you might not see is my love for you awaiting