A Passing Serenade
Oh nightingale, just like summer’s relief
a song, amidst my field of mauve
to croon, just twice--- how brief
now spreading feathered waves, so fancy-free
I relish hours; your gift, my sigh;
I bow ---in revelry.
And though the nomad in me, loosens pace
consumed by delirious tweet
such aura, I embrace
perhaps this fleeting joy is a heart’s seal
for love curt, this July, vanished
like thin notes, surreal.
Marvelling at rare beauty, an eve’s bird, alone
The serenade drifts on, which is
how he and you have flown.
Banjo Casto
Brief, Unforgettable Moment
11/ 19/2013
Copyright © Banjo Casto | Year Posted 2013
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