Nightbird perches high beneath the shooting stars that dapple the bouquet of sleepless peace ... his soft downy breast has lent breath to the sweet April afterglow heaving with song
The mystical feathered troubadour's swooning echo A melodic twilight serenade conjures a moonstruck metamorphosis, sprouting magical wings of flight; rousinga lonely heart's esprit to fly away unfettered in constellations of song
How dare imaginings spilled from the big dipper enchant such an enrapturing magic spell? It's so far to fall from swinging on a star! It's so far beyond nearing crescent moon when you wish upon a star
Thereupon struck by a bewitching bolt of starlight; Dropping asudden as a shooting-star!
Rolling like trailing thunder; tucked and tumbling ― somersaulting,
celestial rumbling blossoming with an unearthly joy
A nascent winged heart splayed bare, soars upon cresting wind waves; dreaming of that shapeless w h o o o o s h ― gathering beneath ~ uplifting wings ~
Suddenly ― gliding freely, winging gracefully upon wafting star drift glitter; lilting lightly upon the arising cadence of nightingale's melodious fluted song
Nightingale sings sweet April perfume beneath the star shed lamplight twinkle
... and it makes no difference if it's only a dream if my heart had wings