his eyes that night
shining
not for me
but for her
then
a cold november
fell over him
and an even colder
december
the sound of her voice
breaking through the silence
was all he could remember
her sweet little smile
doe eyes
her voice
sweet, soft
but strong
like a nightingale
singing her song
her beautiful song
beautiful girl
beautiful boy
he comes to her
softly
but this morning
she looked at me
wondering
for one night he was mine
but he slipped away
he vanished
gone
lost to a dream
taken away with morning
at the light of dawn
when i opened my eyes
he was gone
because autumn was our season
autumn was our season
sing to him, nightingale
so i have a reason
when her song
ends
silence
all that she leaves
gone
and all that is left
is an echo
of her song