STAR BIRD
Come star bird,
Descending from on high,
Cutting through the blue skies,
Slicing through the clouds of glory;
Sailing over the mountain tops,
Moving with speed, rhythm, and grace.
You were born in the mist
Of vapors, legends and myths;
A dazzling delight to the eye,
A diamond in the sky,
Hovering over the valley
In the shadow of a cloud.
Lightning flashes pale
Against the darkened sky;
The moon shines from your belly.
And the children rise to meet you,
Moving slowly like a dream
In the shaft of light.
Upward and upward they travel,
Until they are out of sight;
Lost in the night.
And you make your midnight flight,
Ascending into the heavens
From whence you came,
Across the river of eternity
To the realm of the ancient ones;
A shooting star, upon which
Idealistic dreamers make wishes.
Copyright December 10, 1980 JGO/Spanky Mongo