Nightingale Poem by Claudia Krizay

A nightingale dropped a letter
Upon my door last eve.
Such a lovely bird of paradise, she raised my spirit-
Tormented and remorseful, and carried it to heaven.

She left a branch of goldenrod- Peace flowers, before my feet.
After one fortnight and one month, I believed
I never again would be blessed to hear her sing,

If only I could feel the softness of her supple, downy feathers
Brush against my heart again,
And to see her green and soulful eyes gaze adoringly into mine,
I would capture her in both my hands,
And kiss her wounded wings.
I would steal away the pain that traumatized her mind and soul.
I’d send it to vanish within the early autumn breeze.

The song she sings is discordant, sad and dolorous.
Her spirit, fragile raw and vulnerable.
Her plumage, so delicate and frail has softened my hardened heart.

The tune she carries is bittersweet and mournful.
As I watch her soar into the heavens,
And disappear behind the rising moon,
I begin to weep dry tears inside,
Over the loss of almost-love.

I bid farewell to the only one whoever made my spirit dance-
That enchanting nightingale,
Who shall always dwell within the very core of me,
My loving tender bird of paradise.


Claudia Krizay