A nightingale warbled by my
filling my heart with bliss and pride
and the sun seemed always on the rise
in the sparkle of his ebony eyes.
After a time appearing short
as a wink,
on the doorstep an eaglet was beating his wings,
the horizon scanning with eager eyes,
heart filled with longing for larger skies.
I shall pray to the breeze,
may it gently ease
his soaring up over mountains and seas.
I shall pray to the tempest to leave him alone,
his flight unhampered, wings untorn.
I shall pray to the stars, may
their friendly sheen
make dark nights for him glorious and serene.
And I pray that the eagle will often alight
on our eyrie to our hearts' delight.