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