SONGS OF A NIGHTINGALE:TO EL

INTRODUCTION

This song I sing to El,

Deep in the night,

Like I were a nightingale,

In the most divine art.

This song I sing to El,

Possessed by the muse,

Controlling me so I can tell

In this art that I use:

That this I sing only to El,

Having tasted the Pierian Spring,

And now sing to this angel,

Who treads amongst we- human being.

                 I

Alone, sit I sharpening my blunt hooks

With a library of books

Where I learn from my latter host

" 'Tis better i loved and lost

than never to have at all"

Crushing both heart and soul

So to my former i go

Reading, his inextinguishable thoughts flow
After being possesed by the muse
And so, the Pierian Spring he do use 

Unveiling the veiled beauty

Making the ugly to have beauty

Creating that which's so divine

But calming not mine

This hotly burning desire

This desire for her

Her lips, mmmh so sweet.

So with this new wit
And a sharpened hook
My pen glides over this book
Writing, since my mind's a coal
Blown by a wind to shape my role
Of a madman inspired to write
Nonsense thats so sweet.

Like a nightingale I am singing
With inextinguishable thoughts flowing

Calming my own solitude

(Oblivious of whether I should

or should not continue). As the dawn's born

And the muse is now gone.

               II

Alone, sit I, eyes fixed at the horizon

Where a night is being born

So from slumber a song it bakes

Oblivious of whether a noise it makes

Or its songs are so soothing

Calming that which was burning

Blossoming a new system of thought

That true love can indeed be got

But mine was got and lost

So search I from the hinterland to coast

But sees not, finds not another

Who extinguishes this desire for my lover

For her caresses, her lip on mine

Oh! They are sweet as wine.

Alone, with my magical pen

Long after the clock struck ten

Making my brain be transformed

Adding beauty to that which is deformed

Since this desire has consumed

 The scabbard that contained it

Because its like lightning, cannot be sheathed

Making me her hands to need

Touching me making my body to heed

To her touches moving all over me so slowly

As I kiss her lips so passionately

Standing below the moon as it is shining

Rekindling this desire I've been suppressing

To re light this candle, to burn so brightly

Making me to want to count how I love thee:

Lets see, deeper than the sea,

Infinite like the sand of the sea...

Early at this dawn

As another day was being born

The nightingale was gone

My mind became like a river

Barren, unable to be a life giver.

            III

I am a child, yet to learn

Why, why it has to burn

Like magma from the crust

Oh! its in the left side of my chest

No wonder nothing sounds right

(Nothing shall ever sound right)

So write I, since its blown by wind

To transitory brightness, making my mind

To flow like I was a rapper

Over this piece of paper

When I am missing my lover

And before dawn I must have her

I must have the correct key

So that I can caress thee

And let her breathe into me

Closing the language door

Pulling me closer three inches not more

Feeling her lips on mine

As the moon do shine

And mine on her lips

Standing, being still and listening

To that voice and not words rising

Re-establishing from her heart

Connecting itself to my heart

With mine saying, her beauty so rare

With no rose anywhere to compare

Since she is a thousand times more beautiful

Thats why towards her, there is this pull.

© O. J Agutu