Soliloquy for a Nightingale

Fly away my fair evening grace, forsaken ‘gain forth of light,
by thy soul of thy song I swear I twas swain
nay now I hear thee not for thy love hast taken flight.
Yester- eve thou did sit ‘pon hearts purchase caressing mine ear with content,
yet twas it merely for the night as came the break of daylight
and my soul twas left to lament – fly, fly away my fair evening grace,
yet leave me not to the revelry of the lark,
I wilst forsake his happy tune for I wait on the moon
when thou returnest ‘gain with mine
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009