Rest Softly on Angel Wings

There once was a lone bluejay,
fresh hopes and anew.
And a tower stood brooding,
shadows booming with gloom.

Our bluejay yearned the tower-
to live at the top-
but she was entwined with Earth
with no way to rise up.

The demolition of dreams
and stones in her heart
could not cease our dear bluejay
from finding her depart.

Few believed wishful thinking,
others merely laughed,
but a dove watched from sidelines
and then silently clapped.

For wicked things had sprouted
from the heart, beyond.
The breeze had begun to lift-
our bluejay almost gone!

But darkness tended to chase
those peaceful with work.
Our beloved bluejay saw
and then started to choke.

The tower heightened again
as doubt took control.
Our lovely bluejay succumbed
and tumbled to below.

Remember the hidden dove?
so humble in praise?
Well, he witnessed the deep clouds
and our bluejay’s decay.

He intinctly took action
and prayed for the best
for our slow-dying bluejay
was not heaving her chest.

The dove could do nothing more
than to whisper sweet love
straight into her losing lungs-
not enlightened enough.

Hope was but a faint glimmer
in still seconds passed.
but encouragement
might have grabbed reign at last.

For faint breath has escaped her,
the dove still in shock,
our bluejay’s eyelids flittered,
their eyes intensely locked.

It was then, despite the pain,
together they rose-
to the tower and onward!-
forever teammates I suppose.