My patient waiting has surpassed months, years,
Watching the colors of the earth fading,
As days and nights pass but not without tears,
Until there is not left but a simple black and white making,

Yet, I still wait for the pure, white-winged dove,
To end the misery and save us all,
With majestic rays of peace and love,
Here I silently wait to hear her call,

So, I wait but certainly not in vain,
Yet, still my hateful world remains this way,
And so continues the rush of grisly pain,
But, times will come to be better someday,

Yet, the dove I have never come to see,
Unless perhaps the dove lives on in me,