Nightingale, this
night is too dark
without your song
to rock me to sleep.
Lonely has wrapped
me in its scars
and I can’t feel
love any more.
Who is this songstress of melancholy
that begs my throat to sing
a melody to devour pain?
I cling to this limb scented with spring
and only wish to commune with the moon,
but her tears can’t go unanswered.
Dear one, absence nurses its wounds
only as long as you allow...
Be the light for another until
you’ve burnt the darkness from alone.
I will sing for you until your dreams
carry you to truth…Until you trust
you can fly without my wings.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
I wrote this for my own challenge at Real Toads ~ Bits of inspiration ~ Nightingale
I wrote this for my own challenge at Real Toads ~ Bits of inspiration ~ Nightingale
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Every poem that I have read here on this blog, has been incredible in its own right. The opening lines of this particular poem made me recall Keats' 'Ode to Nightingale'. Beautifully penned, as always.
Be the light for another until
you’ve burnt the darkness from alone.
Thanks for the lovely challenge Susie ~