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Lonesome Nightingale

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Two hands outstretched,

trying so hard,

to reach up to the heavens,

full of the sun and the stars,

and a vivid blue -

stretching to eternity.

Filled with bird songs,

as the wind whispered,

once I had my own heavens,

that made me smile

and filled me with joy.

My own sun,

that warmed the heart

and bridges created by moonbeams,

across every ocean and sea,

shimmering molten silver -

in the dark of night.

Once I had it all,

but now I’m but a lonesome nightingale,

blown here and there,

by the winds,

whichever way they blow,

with broken dreams -

beneath my wings.

Still my heart silently sings,

the lost songs of yesterday,

that never go out of style -

forever and a day.

Just a lonesome nightingale,

hoping to find the way home,

back to where I could find the peace

and the love -

that now has eluded me.

Even nightingales,

find the happiness they once knew,

flying toward new places –

once again dancing on the breeze.

Hearts learn to slowly mend,

golden memories to treasure

and someday soon,

when the ice and snow has gone away –

will come the spring with new promises.

Then the days will be much brighter,

once again happy melodies,

remembering that –

even lonesome nightingales can sing.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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