Tears Of the Nightingale
So sad the nightingale
His song, ebbing out
Into the shadowless night
His blossomed branch
Weeping fragrant petals
Into the blackened stream
For his sorrow
As his mournful echoes fade
The moon
Will not show herself
And the sound
Of a solitary leaf
Reverberates all around
As it falls
Twisting
Through the endless dark
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
