Nightingale Woman
 			by Tarbul of Canopius

			I lie in bliss,
				surrounded by the mist,
			Caressing and swirling,
				dissipating in the night air.

			The sky beckons me
				as it glimpses through the trees,
			Bedecked in jewel-encrusted stars
				its adornment a pearl moon pair.

			Arise! For lo I hear,
				one who is dear.
			Her sweet call entices me
				to stretch out my arms so longingly.
	

			The rustling leaves pull apart
				accenting the beating of my heart,
			As gracefully she moves
				sliding, gliding so sensuously.

			My love has wings,
				slendered feathered things,
			with grace, and upswept curve,
				and tapered tips.

			Her delicate form alights,
				glowing in the night,
			With reverence her name
				slips from my lips.

			Bounded to the ground,
				without another sound,
			Slowly I move
				into the widening, silken arms.

			Her shimmering wings enfold,
				what warmth, depth to behold!
			My life eternally entwines
				within her infinite charms.

			Rising, she pulls me up
				while ecstasy fills my cup.
			Clinging to my alien angel,
				I breathe the enticing scent of her hair.

			All too soon I will lie in bliss,
				once again surrounded by the mist,
			Awaiting my lover's call,
				sweetly singing in the night air.