Nightingale
The last song of a nightingale
found me standing on the shore
it stored its secrets in my heart
guiding me to the one i adore.
Take my wounded hand we
will walk across the earth
collect the treasures from the light and dark
to give our love its rebirth.
I hear your heartbeat echo in the sunrise,
i make contact with infinity in the depth of your eyes,
I will sell the nightingales song
and buy you the four seasons.
Be my own true love
my soul is fatigued from supplying you with reasons.
The darkness in your soul
sinned against the ghostly
caroling offspring of the wind,
i want to see your loveliness brighten
with the night time skies,
from the remains of your dreams
provide our silence with its alibis.
The tides and the sea
are waiting for the nightingale
to tell our story,
with the rays of the
sun and moon i will rebuild your heart
so it is sensitive when it is light and dark
along with the nightingale and
her song we will never again be apart.
Copyright © Barry Carter | Year Posted 2009
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