! The Poem's Flight

A poet, far from his beloved, wrote a poem full of meaning and, calling a carrier-pigeon from his loft, sent it as a white dove to his beloved It was a long flight and by the time his beloved read the poem under the lamplight in her room its meaning had changed for her with the course of time and the human heart If the pigeon, midway on its flight, had rested in our loft to drink a little rain, eat a little grain, and we had read the poem - would it have any meaning for us? Where does meaning go when it is not here? How does meaning change, between a smile, a tear?