A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory

Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies Admiring how they once painted astral designs Brush stroking delight by sheer hint of eyes Until the silken threads of lives ripped apart, Each filament eagerly tearing webs of hearts. Regrets of passion buzzed roiling wistful lives When placid frontiers encountered stormy tides Sailing smooth surfs that callously turned wild On oceans unfamiliar to the benevolent minds Beckoned by allure of prairies shamrock green Thinking out there grew a garden of paradise~~ Abundance of blossoms their lives couldn’t have, Squandering foolishly bond of love they had. Yet, the darkened nights they traversed all alone Heard repertoire of enchanting mirthful tone Wooing love, having crossed thousands of miles, Reminding them~ you don’t just abandon life, Trilling tunes of affection in imploring oratory Teaching humans secrets of romantic allegory When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory. Promise of hopeful day glimmered their insights Spurring their spirits to revisit places of delight, Those they painted once by sheer hint of eyes, Reassembling the filaments torn apart by time Proceeding soon mindfully to rebuild their nest Excited once again to hear chirps of hatchlings When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory. June 7, 2021 Placed 1st: This or that, vol 3 poetry contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Title chosen: A nightingale sings of dawn’s glory