Where will you go
Now, little pigeon, pearl white and black jet?
Will you perch on the petals
Of the moon
And peck at tufts of cloud and raindrops?
Will your wings be woven of the wind
And your eyes of starlight hewn?
Will you fly with pigeon angels
To a faraway flowered land
To feathered friends known
Well from feathered dreams?
Where will you go
Now, little one,
Now that the sun has set
And the new moon gleams
Bright through the mist
Over the tall pines?
Will you pass this way someday again
In a sunlit distant springtime?
Will you nod your head to say hello
And walk with happy feet
Among the snow and buttercups?
© Sharon St Joan, written around 1990
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