Treasure Island

Reyvrex Questor Reyes


A Madrigal #2: 'Song For Nectaria'


O sweet Nectaria, keep a song to sing.
Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh,
And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high.

Should August's stormy days, their strong winds bring,
Clouds so dark that could hide the sun and sky,
love finds you, once you keep a song to sing,
Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh.

When Autumn leaves but one leaf left to cling,
And songbirds search for nests where else to fly,
Think not this moment as a time to cry.
But mark, to always keep a song to sing.
Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh,
And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high.

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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