Nightengales Poem by Reynaldo Casison

I'm not even sure if she's heard
My song though I've heard hers
Since the stars were young

Nightengales alive at night
Born from the moonlights womb

They stay Drowsy and awake
Like effervescent sprites
Solitude of stars

I'm sure she's heard a multitude
of songs as there are waves
In the oceans
And stars in the sky
Melodies in one's head
Strange and sublime
A kiss from up above

I've heard and met some stars
In the lonesome music clubs
And forests
Of the night
To feel that they're real
Like gypsies in the nightengales
Wind

I've heard her nightingale
Sing live in the night
Through the night
Yet I'm not even sure
She's felt the nightengale of mine
It's shy as the moon is luminous

Yet nightengales trill
Despite their longings
Through the moons sighs

I've heard hers since stars in the sky were young
May she cherish these lonely
Notes as well as I have hers
Hers are much more beautiful than
Mine
little by little
The nightengales come alive at night

Reynaldo Casison