Way North

Ultraviolet, red, green all these years
And the answer couldn't be more clear
"The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears."
A thousand white doves in the sky
Back and forth they fly
Which way is north?
Fluttering wings, a lot of noise
They settle on the wire with poise.
One giant moving force 
We can't balance or test
Is what ultimately decide
How the heart beats best.
So many gods, so many creeds
And the weight of centuries
When just the touch of one
Is what the heart needs.
Walking the full circle
Dancing on the edge of time 
Some things get under your skin
In the end, we are
Back to where we begin.

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