Nightingale
It came to me,
her Nightingale song,
I saw her in the deepening shadow,
a tempting mirage.
When I looked in earnest
she would fade as if a dream.
As nights passed slowly
louder her lullaby song grew stronger,
more sure.
Entering my dreams -
soft and warm,
small in my hand.
Tentaively I reached out,
beckoning her to me,
feeling only the flutter of wings
as she flew.