From a Nightingale to a Swallow

(On the loom of its heart, music, like a tapestry was woven;

Surreptitious symbols into the fibers were interspersed.

All its emotions that were divided, when they were privately cloven;

Now, candidly – of dejection and love it sung and dispersed.)

“This body has not suffered any molestation

But, the heart and the sanity suffered violation;

It is, as if the tongue and voice have been removed.

I feel as though the beak can longer be – used.

There is nothing to offer you, except songs of silence;

All prior innocence has been stripped, as if by violence.

The loving wings feel like they have been clipped.

In each attempt to sing, and to fly

The volition has found: that ability seems stripped.

The music can`t reach the sky, and the body craves the sky.

The only reason I hold out any hope – is you;

And the purpose, the drive to cope – you too.

This song is sung without any sound;

Like the method, in which poems are bound –

Or, how fabric upon a spool lies quietly wound.

I send this to you – swallow; my audience, my dearest…

The others these sweet notes might confound;

But in your eyes, I know they`ll ring out the clearest.

This creature is nothing, without your hearts` concern;

Worthless as an advantageous fire, which doesn`t burn.

There are other birds, which claim my song lacks any skill;

Constantly chirping, chipping away the remaining will.

They launch attacks on each melody, and highlight the flaws;

But, I will continue to serenade you from my heart, with no pause.

My sweetest swallow, for you: I`ve incalculable love;

Mere thoughts of you bring me joy – you are Noah`s dove.

After the rains, you are the dry land, for this fowl;

You place a smile, I hide beneath a sullen cowl.

I know the span of our wings appears to be far apart;

But, I pray that these pinions, can reach your perfect heart”.

Having completed the call (these words),

The nightingale heard the incoming wings;

(The discrediting talk and squawk of birds)

And, felt the pressure of the encircling lapwings.

Composed By: A.D. 

I came up with this after reading some poetry, for those who pick up the references/myth: this piece doesn`t carry the same tone as the myth, but I was trying to go for the same feeling of hopelessness juxtaposed with love (guilt/shame/etc. hence the whole mixed up emotions at the beginning)... that and having the tongue cut out or feeling like you can`t speak (or write for that matter). Hope it`s enjoyable, comment s'il vous plaît... Thanks; and have an awesome evening (or morning).