Nightingale

Nightingale
Night’s cooling fire,
Dreams words from silence
And wishes to speak

But cannot.

There is danger in the night,
And passion’s fire,
Though it lifts wings and
Fills hearts with sweet flame,

Also attracts the hunters when it
Speaks.

From the silent throat
The voice still calls.
In the quiet night
The flame is still burning.
In the unquiet heart
The light is still shining,
Brightly, too brightly,
Blinding the eyes and dulling
The light of day.

And if you look at that star over
There
You are seeing the sound of
The nightingale’s call.

Listen to the perfume in the air.

  • Ash (2004)

Nightingale

Ashaquila

Joined January 2008

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