For A Song Of Nightingale

Midwinter whispers, drying rains
Soothing waters of moonlit paths
Voice of the stars, tear of pains
Lonely dream for a hoping heart

Longing soul for a lonely hope
Forgotten tale
Slowly playing the dying song
True feel will prevail
While pure innocent heart is full of love
For a song of nightingale

Silently slowly flowing deep prayers
Breath of silence, dream of highest hopes
Through the midnight sparkle above faraways

Dream of highest hopes
For which the heart longs
In love with all sad songs
The only one for all true loves

One path to follow
Through the closet so hollow
In midwinter frozen cold to go
To find deep dream still unfound
In the sacrament of hidden bound