Nighttime beckons,
Words softly spoken.
Nightingale, an ode
By poet Keats.
Like a rose awaiting morn,
His kiss a drop of dew.
Eyes flutter, sleep awaits.
His voice
Embraces me, pillowed with dreams.
DMS, 10/24/11
Sweet dreams as you listen to Benedict Cumberbatch's divine reading of "Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats, the inspiration for this poem. (YouTube upload courtesy of xXWeGotCharacterXx.)
Namaste.
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