Pigeon

In a darting eye From the silence to croak Of missing toes to hold From the flood aside In a plastic bag broke An olive pit stripped to bone And we're both alone If the sky coughed a dove to cast in light sweetest love Could I at least hold my pigeon? If wings of white bore the arc, hollow bones tombed the heart Could I at least hold my pigeon? In a darting eye From the silence to croak Of missing toes to hold From the flood aside In a plastic bag broke An olive pit stripped to bone And we're both alone If you and I both begun beneath the sky of but one son Could I at least hold my pigeon? If wings of white bore the arc, hollow bones tombed the heart Could I at least hold my pigeon? In a darting eye From the silence to croak Of missing toes to hold From the flood aside In a plastic bag broke An olive pit stripped to bone And we're both alone If the sky coughed a dove to cast in light sweetest love Could I at least hold my pigeon? If wings of white bore the arc, hollow bones tombed the heart Could I at least hold my pigeon?