Little Dove

The moonlight music calls to me,

My angelic voice floats through the Junkyard.

Pretty young thing, wide open face.

Little dove is the meaning of my name,

Gentle, peaceful, pure.

Notes like silk I sing.

The moonlight glittering in my eyes,

Just before dawn, I'm bathed in a golden glow.

Jemmima, the moon whispers me a goodbye.