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O' Blessed Nightingale,
fair light-feathered angel,
turned in flight about the forest green.
Where the small hours sweetly
Shadowed the crystal streams and flowering hills
And dawn will never answer.
The days pale complexion has long grown dim,
And it's placid skies are overpowered
By the empress moon.

That rich light brings numberless
Shades of love and speech to the customary clouds,
Where the wondrous climbs know of its bright settings.
Pure gale will fan those noble wings of golden tender
From on that cedar bough
To soar above those wind driven trees
That couch her nest .
Where every high note heard is
Where every summer eve breathes and flies.

O' Blessed Nightingale,
O' Your mused song
O' the thunder that sweetly trembles,
When she beat her majestic wings in flight.
Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades,
The tranquil night, with that melodious theme.
Twilights sparkling fays turns the wheels of heavens
Starry chariots,
Where the earth angelic sky breathes easily the music.

The South West regions are struck by the midnight sun
Where the cheerful meadows, glisten from in it's bright columns.
And the warming winds turn the golden leaves
Where the falling dew sweetly moistens the laurel groves.
In a stand of climbing rays that rain fair upon the open glades.
A veil of triumphal lilies held about a dreamy field
Are taken from her gleaming brow.
Where heavens pathway has been lost and her high
Celestial spirit flies by night above the tall
And slender plains.
Soaring freely about this lucent earth.


Copyright (c) Kevin B. Wright 2008

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Nice Post Kevin very good theme and visually suggestive imagery..a pleasant delightful read..

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