Nightingale

The golden silence melts away, and joy un-named From the phantom pipes exults me For no silence can so rhapsodized and doubts tamed That man deserves better glory. And what if sin could, levelling us, permit this to remain Tell me then what is the eternal antidote of our pain? Like distant peal of evening bell, a plaintive song The unknown angels could also sing And golden glow the light divine where seraphs throng Chiming solitude's shadowy wing Where my soul beneath the bough of your academy ignites By the rapture that your balming melody in me excites What do you wise man of shadowed boughs tells my heart now What deep remembrance from me gone When music was language to which all wisdom bow And by songs you spoke Eden's tone And I the Adam now understood the truth you sweetly tell The prophecy recovered while kept in trance under your spell. No bird then you are, sweet singer from times afar Too sage your purpose tells the hope The griots spoke, ere magis found their vision's star Song beyond silence giving scope To the word that instant wandered and did not move, and no eye Nor I could describe that form, elusive in the brimming sky Great philosopher, wisdom teacher, nightingale That from solititude drops pearls For which I sell all promise other, so prevail Your fragrance to unbroken worlds Where there still perhaps the universal language can be heard In as sweet as tone as this cataract of hymn from a bird. I love to learn, but in the aura of such light I retain nothing but pure joy And while in ecstacy yet claim I a full sight Absolute and with alloy For music makes of faith a better candle for the darkness And faith brings truth where only faith can spark our human hardness For up and down around me move a district loud With the sweet notes of prophecy Yet no one lingers, no footstep halts in the crowd As men pursue their destiny By choice, deaf to their own healing, and wealth so beyond compare The peace so freely given in a song filtering the air.