Every once in a while I see you sitting on a branch
The beautiful nightingale in its form
Always singing exquisitely beautiful songs
Why the mind never stop seeking
To which frequency it belongs
With absolute stillness, there is able to find
The music that plays, is made to hide
Verses that cannot put into words
What the galaxies describe
With a universal language
If one listens, can unwind
The wool of what is spun
Structured and wired
In the most delicate way
From the beginning to every gentle laced hum
Now fly away again; with all of the harmony lifting notes you sung
My love, for I will follow the thread
As far as there is no more
Untill I can feel the wind move between the feathers
And the beauty of true love sounds embraces my hearts warmth
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Every once in a while I see you sitting on a branch
The beautiful nightingale in its form
Always singing exquisitely beautiful songs
Why the mind never stop seeking
To which frequency it belongs
With absolute stillness, there is able to find
The music that plays, is made to hide
Verses that cannot put into words
What the galaxies describe
With a universal language
If one listens, can unwind
The wool of what is spun
Structured and wired
In the most delicate way
From the beginning to every gentle laced hum
Now fly away again; with all of the harmony lifting notes you sung
My love, for I will follow the thread
As far as there is no more
Untill I can feel the wind move between the feathers
And the beauty of true love sounds embraces my hearts warmth
visits from the nightingale
