Shut up and Listen!
Feel me not dwelling in this mist?
Quiet am I but not Silent.
Shut up and Listen!
Make me thy Mistress,
In between my hand the secret of secrets;
One foot in water,
One on land,
Look at me!
Not with those blind eyes of yours,
Behind me the sun has risen,
And still asleep you are in this wretched cold.
Hear Me!
I await your word that I may open the gate,
Follow me,
As the wind beneath your feet,
As the morning star,
As a lover,
Beneath those flaming wings of fire.
Take me as thy Mistress,
Birthed I am from thy own soul.
About the Creator
Nightingale
In writing, each letter becomes a symbol, each word a note, and each story the lyrics of a song to be sung to the rose.
More of my work under the pen name Nocturnea at:
www.triaprima.co
—— Nightingale
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