Many summers, ago I dreamt a dove. It told me that happiness would be here. For gays could love, And there would be no fear. It told me one day I'd be free, just like everyone else. For the light would glisten a sea and evil alone by itself. I asked, "Will I ever see you again?" The dove replied, "maybe." However, I thought it was pretend. The next day I hung myself in despair, for society was too much to bear, and everything was not fair. But still I believe something great. There is no need to moap, For I knew there was not fate, There is magic. There is hope. In the distance I heard a voice. I asked, "Are you the dove?" The kaze flew into my soul. "maybe."