Still The Nightingale

 

 

 

Still the Nightingale

 

　

Each night a different chorus

This Nightingale

Insistent

Beautiful

Diverse

These tiny songs

One line chants

Calling

Sometimes gentle

Wondering

Silences like exclamation points

 

 

 

So long since last I sat

The nights dance

Freeing me

Emptying

To share the awakening light

Listening

And whistling back

As if I had something to share

Decades now

Passing

And this time

I

Am

Silent

 

 

Awed and humbled

Wondering

Coda

Or

New State

 

　

6-6-13

I love You.

- Bill