Doves Do Cry and They Fly

by michaelcahill

R.I.P.

Doves Do Cry and They Fly

Yeah
I knew what you
were trying to say
we all did
we who bleed into our quills
we whose fingers are cut
                to the bone on strings
                trying to find
                                … the sound

or lips cracked on some device
                seeking perfect tone
                                or a voice
                                rasping from wear
                                                crying in pain
                                                exulting in joy

what do we call ourselves
The Artist
or do we paint a symbol that
no one
                has ever seen before
                                we are unique
                                are we not

but Prince will do for you
not the Prince of this
or the Prince of that

Just

Prince

did you want to be loud enough
so the sound would never stop
bright enough
so the light would never go out

you did that

you showed me
that the color of the rain
is
purple

and it falls
from my eyes

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Just some words. Godspeed to an amazing talent. The artists of the world are what life is all about.

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Doves Do Cry and They Fly

by michaelcahill

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