Song For Two

The Maiden and the Nightingale

A mesmerizing picture, that burns

in my memory

Leaving me to pick up the pieces, strewn

about by the gathering breeze of Poetic illusions

The Maiden, sitting alone, waiting perchance for

the sweet sounds of the Nightingale, that fall

from the sky, on a quiet eve

As the Nightingale appears before her, the Maiden

morphs into his mate

Together, in flight, they wing on his song, to the

Ethereal realm, of Peace and Tranquility

Nesting forever,  in a  Song For Two