My Nightingale

 

I met a nightingale

in a fairy tale.

She was beautiful

with her fairy feathers

willing to dive with her dreams so high.

I warned the danger

but she had the intentions high.

The sky was joyful, with her arrival

I was stunned and contented.

She took a flight of dreams 

on a sunny day.

Her eyes had the urge to surrender

like the ways of wonder.

But I could not warn that beauty 

that beast has cupid also.

Her voice kept me indicating

the power of sky.

I was numb when she parted

and parted me in ways.