Nightingale Dreams

The shadow of the day is kept hidden in the fog
a solemn movement, drifting of the cloud
a man deciding to pursue his destiny
when will the gods determine what he is meant to be?

a new voice enters the cavity
what he hears becomes what he now sees
a trek on a fall night, a delight to to the pair
the simplification of the heart to the eagle's snare

a hit or miss meeting, dominated by the chance
that a risk involving time would lead to lasting romance
trees that move with haste to bring the jackets out again
bringing in the sensation of a winter's white light

alone at night, the birds cannot help but sleep
and find secret hideaways and secrets to keep
the best things are not always exactly as they seem
they are washed ashore at night in a nightingale's dream