Here’s a white radio
dreaming doves on her skin
cotton clouds comfortably sitting on the outside for all to see
petals
cushioned clouds
wings of a dove
hiding
and all we see are the comfortable cotton whites
shapes hidden
the white on the radio
makes us think of all those things that sing of pretty peace
and so it’s a quiet radio sometimes
simply seen in white
a bird not singing her voice
quiet like a content cloud
like the petals of a daisy that never sing a word
yet when a voice sings from her essence
different tunes
more than a flower , a cloud , a dreaming singing dove
gentle tunes stir sometimes
other times the tunes are like different feelings
singing out to the world
Brightening their day
a white radio sits quietly without rain
Cotton clouds
petals of a daisy
a thinking dove
like a rainbow waiting to show herself
always waiting to sing
as that’s what she’s meant to do
sing to the world