Nightingale

From afar I heard you call I heard your voice through the silhouetted shadows resonating the walls of my little hut. Beyond these silent mountains the echo of your whispers beckons calling me to your charge And here at my repose your enchanting strains like Sirens ignite in me a strange desire; a fearless thirst for venture. But when Night’s children roam the Earth, would a traveller need not the Sun for guide and Fate for friend? I wish the day were not far spent and the Night had yet not been born.