Somewhere Before

In a small town of the north
i had seen her through the trees
She was floating as she walked
amongst scattering leaves
while doves bore no resemblance to peace
must have been a scent or wisper
creeping in the wind from me
that caught her attention
adherent to the time of dusk
Embraced by earths maternity
captured in a boquet of still life
beneath a portrait of a starry night
Complaisant movement mirrored fantasy
as her hands caress the air
she sings her song
in a forgotten tongue
Benignant her message that she gave
disarm the army freedom to the slaves
be weary of the fearfull
do it anyway