Golden Bird

Golden bird,
For whom do you preen?
Your beak the color of
Palest alabaster
Your cheeks as red
As candied apples.
Golden bird,
When you soar above the sea,
Do you think of me?
Count the hours, minutes, seconds...?
Golden bird,
For whom do you fly?
I see now it would be a crime
To hide you away,
In your prime.
Golden bird,
Fly beyond the pale, to the sun.
Promise to remember, when
Your adventure is through,
The one who remains, dreaming
Of you.