
Could the second nightingale fly before the first;
Forsee hazards that lie beyond,
And the beauties that remain further still,
Would there be utterance of the possibilities;
Of the wonder suppressed by threat;
And the colours that manifest themselves between the shadows.
Or would it be silence;
Deafening black - concealed within narrow eyes
Such guilt could crush...
Like waves upon one that is already beneath the pressure of the deep.
And so;
A decision,
A choice,
To be made only be the second nightingale,
Should it fly before the first.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.