Nightingale's Epitaph Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Sounds of rap-rap-rap sometimes a tap,
are heard within the night
and navigate with the flow of mystic naked thoughts.

Yet the nightingale's outrageously silent
sad beyond belief as no one has stopped to hear her song.

Her nemesis—TIME
is taking pleasure in drinking the nectar
from her ancient heart
as she grows too old and weak to give a damn.

The rap-rap-rap keep beating hard against her mind
releasing sounds, she not can help but cry

Oh! Love come soon...
the necessary wants of a lost and wounded soul
is waiting to be touched—she prays her plea is heard

Elements of wet pour from the darken sky
into the well of wishes
making believe that God is in His heaven
and is good with man—as she cries out her last goodbye

and dies alone—taking the rap-rap-rap sometimes a tap
along with her, leaving the night in silence.