The Black

The skies told me about rain
And what you would do to my eyes if I saw a raven
and it darkened your visage
Grieving and unbelieving, I saw doves fly to the black
Surrendering to a parallel universe
Knowing that they'll never come back

In my undying world of hope
My dreams laid bare are dormant for a season
This moment or years from now I'll find a reason
To emerge from the black
and recapture light
Hold you in it, in the sun or rainfall, failing night
Still, my dove you will be