THE NIGHTSONG AND ME

The nightsong appeared on the wings of the wind

Singing to me of things that had been

It whispered of hope which I wanted to forget

It told me of  false love and how I had bled

I listened but I tried to drown it out

But still it whispered and whispered aloud

I steeled my heart and told it to leave

But cried  when it kept singing to me

I screamed in pain when it sang to my soul

I begged and pleaded and told it to go

But the nightsong refused in sincere sweet verse

And looked on kindly as I wept bitter tears

It stopped angry murmurs that wanted to flow

It calmed my fears and made my spirits soar

And then it chuckled in such gentle glee

As I surrendered my heart and all of me