NIGHTINGALE

I rise up
And am moved to flights of fancy.
So I fly to you, fair nightbird.
I am transported to northwest land,
There to rest with you.
There, with you, I rest, I sleep,
My face nestled against your breasts,
My arms around your waist.
I sleep, I smile.
Oh NIGHTINGALE,
Let me feel your woman's embrace.
Hold me! Hold me!