night-in-gale

Nightingale sing,
though it's blacker than the bog.
Nightingale sing to me,
I need to hear your song.
Nightingale come
and perch upon my tree;
a terrifying light's
been flashing over me.

She'll sing above the blasts
and the clothing singed by fire.
She'll sing above the black smoke
rising from the funeral pyre.
Her heart a field in bloom,
Her heart a sacred snow,
Her heart a mirror blinding
All the greedy as they go.

I cannot help but want
to solder all the parts.
Solder back together
all the shattered hearts.
Nightingale come
and perch upon my tree.
The terrifying night's
been crashing over me.

I would not bear to rest,
I would not dare to dream,
'til the nightingale came
and sang a song for me...

~Nightingale by Laura Veirs