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.