The Nightingale Poem by Emma Vander Dussen

The Nightingale



Deep within the branches
shrouded from light, hidden from sight
her song calls us from the earth
to hear her sweet melodies
that have entranced the hearts of all men
throughout the eons of night
bringing forth the light.

She is the nightingale
and her melodies belong to no soul
but we long to claim them for our own
for they drag the sweetness hidden in our breasts
for our eyes to see, and our finger to feel
that we may touch others with living grace
and turn eons of night
towards the precious light.

Whilst no light may touch her
her song is the song of the dawn
and from her shines the sun
blinding us with her radiance, we turn to her
and her sunlit kiss flows into our souls
awakening us from blindness caused
from endless eons of night
allowing us to see into the light

O sweet-tempered nightingale
sing your song for me once more
the light but glances upon my sleeping eyes
and while I am stirred by its caress
I still lie sleeping and dreaming
of when I will be wakened by the melodies
living within my heart that only you may chant
breaking through the eons of night
to bless me with limitless light

I wish to sleep no more.

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