Like doves beckoned by desire,
and who soar high with their wings,
and spread them out towards the sweet nest
through the air, carried by volition,
as the poet wrote in his Divine Comedy.
Like doves, beckoned by desire,
with soaring and steady wings to the sweet nest
fly through the air, carried by their volition—
like doves, beckoned by desire.
So our souls, perhaps one day
will soar out two by two towards infinity
through space and time, divinely united,
as they never before were on earth.
Like doves, beckoned by desire,
with soaring and steady wings to the sweet nest
fly through the air, carried by their volition—
like doves, beckoned by desire.