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Lost (Along the Hidden Trail)

Poetry By: elvenfairy990
Poetry



Lost by the lure of a nightingale.


Submitted:Jan 2, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


He faces south,

looks out across the gentle night

sparkling with the moon's fair light

glittering on the starry edge

underneath the rocky ledge

above the river's mouth.

A nightingale,

alone where fallen tears belong,

trills out her ever peaceful song.

To follow her he goes astray;

wistfully he turns away

along the hidden trail.

A darkling sky

above him shines without a moon;

the nightingale sings sweet her tune,

till he is lost amidst the trees

where lurking shadows take their ease

by willows grey and high.

Alone at night,

The foreign skies above him rise,

an unknown world before him lies.

No sight nor sound across the plain

but light and soft footsteps of rain

go drifting out of sight.

And far away,

where songbirds sing and waters fall,

the moon shines bright on saplings tall.

Clouds roll away, and shadows dance;

the earth is still, as in a trance

and then begins the day.





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