NIGHTINGALE

NIGHTINGALE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Just before the Sun falls the nightingale sings

filling my senses with song

dissipating the day into a fine midst.

The moon comes into sharp focus

and her song mediates all my cares away

and I love her so

for she carries me into an abyss of indigo.

Just before the first notes enter my heart soul

I whimsically dance in her music

and become defined by her beautiful nature.

The deep sky above penetrates my eyes

and even the stars glitter

and jangle to her voice smoothing me so.

Oh- she carries me to heaven.

Matron of the night, the nightingale of love

parts my fears and delivers me here

where my heartbeats with a mercy unknown.

The Moon shadows her body

and all I hear are her majestic sounds cooling

my overheated heart for her.

I want to touch her but know that I cannot

for that which emanates from her, is God tone.

Just before the Sun falls I wait for her flights

fluttering wings before she sings.

Passionate cries, her love she always brings.