When faceless fears dwelt a father's heart
She arrived, as bright rays of light that rend
Dark clouds covering the sky in whole or in part,
Glad tidings, dissipating darkness as a start
Of promises, of hope renewed at despair's end.
A joyful child was she, a bundle of pure delight,
That gladdened every heart by her sparkling eyes:
Softly did she grow, a slender sapling out of sight,
Till the day came for her to say goodbyes
To the nest, where for long she was the living light
As the Nightingale took flight to the boundless skies.
She pursues beauty and truth that's inscribed
On timeless parchments hewed by great minds
Of ages old and new, that are thus described
All that is noble, and the glory that she finds
In her art, in wondrous words so subscribed
To lift her aloft, sans the earthly grinds.
I pray, my sweet Nightingale sings on as ever and ever so sweet
Long gone since, yet shall I hear the melodies,
though we no longer can meet.
ABBU
15th July 2007
note: A welcome home present from my dad this summer.
