The midnight glow,
Sung from nightingale,
To nightingale,
The Summer evening waves,
From tambourine to harmonica,
Undressing the days clouds,
Their song was like,
A sonorous duet,
Just birds singing love songs,
In the midnight trees,
To one another,
Keeping their wings company,
With the green and gold,
Summer leaves,

I just sat there,
A drowsy insomiac moment,
Between candle moon,
And maples, much taller,
Than you and me,
And those sweet midnight nightingales,
And now Im writing this poem,
Perhaps to the trees, clouds,
And those harmonica nightingales,
Deciphering the melody,
Of their duet song,
It was kind of like a lullaby,
A jazzy one weary with a sweet,
Nightingale vibrance,
It was pretty with melody,
The way a warm cool dreamy woman,
Can be when shes being loving,
Beside the tambourine glow,
Of a candle,
Those midnight nightingales,
Were just giving it,
A warm sweet melody,
To let go of the grief,
To keep their wings company,
Nothing much could compare,
To its sweet octaves,
Besides some honey waves,
And the hum of a dreamy woman,
Singing jazzily with red lipstick,
In her midnight evening gown,
It was innate,
It was natural,
As summer leaves,
And waves,
That lovely,
Drowsy, jazzy,
Nightingale duet
Reynaldo Casison