Nightingale’s Angelic Voice


A crescent moon rises o’er, a
Nightingale singing fabled lore-
Gallant knights and wicked queens.
Every note calling to the stars that gleam-
Like a gold fleece stolen;
Ino’s boiling cauldron; and
Centaurs galloping the Milky Way.
Vivid dreams wonder astray
Out my bedroom window.
Inviting the night’s hero; to
Come play among the stars,
Enchanted by angelic voiced bars.