"What the Nightingale Sees"

Tear drops pass by every gloomy night
Winds shift at every breath I take
Light, invisible, flickering and unseen
Forgotten hopes and unbroken dreams

Darkness crawling over the shallow riverbank
Like tides of blood which carried lonesome happenings
And as I lay down the blanket of the dark
The moon howls loudly, engraving amptitude

Packs of thieves, both ferral and frantic
Stalked the forest of ghastly state
Ominously ripping the gentleness of solitude
As the moon howls loudly, singing its silent tune

I, not breathing the scent of the wind
That whispered murders of the sweet, calm stars
Now, floating in the musky strand of gentle pines
That sleeps within the thoughts of his mind

-by Francis Raymond Bandoy Arevalo