be still beautiful bird
I beg of thee
do not sing
'tis not dawn I see
for in the still of night
I hold stars so bright
guiding my love home again
to me
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night
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Niet voor niets de nachtegaal....
Met sterven sterft ook het geluid uit.....
Vraag nooit een vogel te zwijgen.....