Birds of Transition
Woke last night to the sound of tears
felt a feeling that's been lost for years,
A smile kissed my tearstained cheek
cause I now am strong where I once was weak:
NightingGale came, rustling her tired wings
I admit my sight has seen stranger things,
There she sat, and there she stayed
Til the Morning sun washed Night away:
Hypnotic rythmns sing their blues
a new bird came with golden hues,
That NightingGale danced away with Night
Now shadowed by the Morning Light:
Here I remain with sweet Morning Bird
she sings the song and I speak the word,
Her voice is skilled, and her spirit, free
Transformed me with her melody:
Woke at dawn from the thunderin' storm
Night's wind is cold, Morning Breeze is warm,
Young NightingGale, return, and hear our song
I search the sky, but knew she was gone.
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