This blog contains nightingale's innermost thoughts and emotions about joy & sorrow, loyalty & betrayal, hope & despair, faith & doubt, and most of all, about love & loss.

A Beautiful Stranger

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Along came a silhouette, graceful and beautiful
With radiant glow, it turns into a man sturdy and strong
With his brawny arms, he carries me carefully
“Rest your head on my shoulder”, he softly whispers
Wrapping my arms around him, I’ll never let go
A beautiful stranger appears before me, who is he?

With wings as white as the clouds in the sky, wears he
We lifted up high above, everything is a thing of beauty
I’m afloat, flying, gracing in the air, to heaven we go
Holding me tight, his arms around me with godly strength
He brings me closer to him, “Don’t be afraid” he whispers
We descend, in the flower fields he lays me down with care

He takes my hand, “Dance with me”, he strides, he cares
I melt in his words, swept me off my feet, did he
Swaying here and there, a sudden gust of wind whispering
And I wonder, could this be true? He’s too beautiful!
Believe. It is real. But shouldn’t forget to keep my strength
For one day, this beautiful stranger might just come and go

His eyes, brown and deep, all fear I know is gone
Falling into the deep abyss again, I don’t care
For he’s with me now, his presence keeps me strong
“My darling, look forward, look beyond”, says he
Touches my face, “You are a marvel of a true woman’s beauty”
“Like a little boy’s marbles that you so treasure?” I whisper

“Indeed, like the ones I’ll keep forever”, back to me he whispers
Just as I was about to reach for him, he flies away, there he goes
If he’s gone forever, how can I see life’s beauty?
If I follow and fall, if I fumble and stumble, would he care?
No goodbyes, no closure, no farewell, how could he?
Would I live? Would I love again? Would I be strong?

Do not fret, keep yourself with faith, hope and strength
“Do more, give more, love more”, to myself I whisper
Keep singing, keep dancing, keep living, give it all for him
Scared, scarred, exhausted he is, why away he goes
Mend him, heal him, cure a heart, don’t stop caring
This is what makes this stranger more than beautiful

With all my strength, will hold tight, never will I let go
To him, I whisper in the clouds, “I’ll never stop caring”
Nothing in this world could describe a stranger this beautiful


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