Up in the tower

I sit in the spire
Sending the doves
With my mail
Up to the heavens
At sixes and sevens
Where glory and grace
Never fail

The flood's all around
And frost settles in
Waiting for sign in the sky
And in one sunny day
The dove has returned
In its beak olive branch lies

A message of peace
From the angel in sky
Which came down to the earth
Wearing disguise

Her aura shined on my beard
She was graceful indeed

Charmingly she smiled to me
Nodding her head with approval
Blessings she sent from above
To transfer my blues to removal

The prayer partially met
With the angel's descent
Warmth amid midwinter rain
She described higher spheres
As if they were here
And washed with her virtues the pain

Up in the tower
I sit in the spire
The dove has cometh
With grace
To my angel I thank
Her beauty has sank
My agony out
Of this place