Nightingale Summer

December 16, 2011
By SarahLily BRONZE, San Carlos, California
SarahLily BRONZE, San Carlos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Well you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks... yeah you can stare into the abyss but it's staring right back."

Two years ago, in a younger age,
in metallic words on sandstone page,
a nightingale sang summer
along the invisible drummer
who never saw cage.
The still trees and the longer days
have changed me in unspeakable ways;
from the windless nights in quiet song,
to the innocence that lived in wrong,
to the bygone days.
The fountain stands, forevermore;
I cried beneath its subtle roar,
and the nightingale sang silently,
to nature's simple melody,
behind the closing door.
Another man once saw the bird,
conveyed its life in metal word;
that rusts beneath time,
but shines in my rhyme,
though water leaves it blurred.
The door, to which I hold no key,
still remains there, tauntingly.
But through the crack I hear a tune,
Of midsummer afternoon,
and forever, in that summer, I will be.

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