Lonesome Nightingale

Updated on January 21, 2018
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

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.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Michael and have a great day too.

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        DREAM ON 5 weeks ago

        I think I hear every bird singing to you. The music is so beautiful. I have to get my cell phone out to record it. Nope my battery is dead. I will do it soon. Have a great day.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

        Hope you do see a nightingale and with it, I send my thoughts. Spring is slow in coming but slowly the snows are melting. Lately as spring approaches and my Sid's heart longs for his crazy charges through the garden my ears pick up more meows than bird songs.

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        DREAM ON 5 weeks ago

        You bring life to the tip of your tongue. The sadness and stillness. The growing feeling of love. The simplicity of life. Two being what we want. When there is only one. Singing out your heart. Holding back nothing and searching for the elusive love. Others have known it and sang about it for years. Let the tears flow. Always reaching. Always touching. Closing your eyes and feeling the warmest of all feelings. Putting it all together. Have a wonderful day. Keep giving and you will find more to give. We are limitless. Just when we think we have nothing left. We have more. The sun just came up outside my window. I keep looking maybe I will see a Nightingale.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 2 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you, Genna.

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        Genna East 2 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

        I have to agree with Bronwen..."a beautiful meditation on hope and love."

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 2 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        I really think so too Manatita.

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        Manatita44 3 months ago

        I like the idea of nightingales being lonesome. I suppose they are. Perhaps that's why their songs are so haunting.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Shyron and blessings to you too.

        Thank you, Bronwen.

        Thank you Peg.

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        Shyron E Shenko 3 months ago from Texas

        Night time is a lonely time

        That is why the Nightingales sing of lonely times.

        Beautiful poem Gypsy

        Blessings my dear friend

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        Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 months ago from Victoria, Australia

        A beautiful meditation on hope and love.

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        Peg Cole 3 months ago from Dallas, Texas

        Such a beautiful tale of love and loss and spring where hope rises eternally. Love the little birdies.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        You are so right Bill.

        Thank you FlourishAnyway.

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        Bill Holland 3 months ago from Olympia, WA

        Always hope, my friend. Until then, beautiful memories!

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        FlourishAnyway 3 months ago from USA

        Somber yet hopeful. I hope the nightingale can find her song again.

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