In Sight of Land

A dove awing, a bird of flight,
A troubled heart with no place to light.
O'er vast waters do both fly,
Neither quite knowing why.

The dove in flight knows but one dream,
A place to nest, a place to lie,
A place of rest and soft blue sky's.
At last an olive branch sparkles yonder in his eye.

Yet with his dream so close at hand,
Mere miles away, in the sight of land,
The dove's struggle to fly for more,
His will to live, to walk through paradise's door,
All did falter and fall to the sea,
Yet somehow the dove was finally free.

Even till death, the dove kept sight of land,
And although he will never light upon the olive tree,
Nor run his toes through the sand,
The dove was happy for he'd done all he could,
He'd tried his best, just as he'd promised himself he would.

Never settle for less than you can give,
A heart's greatest crime is to live and not try,
To never care or dance or cry or question why,
To live a life afraid to die is just the same as a life afraid to live.

Submitted by Kyle, Victoria, TX