Bite - Sized Cure For "Writer's Block"

Poetry|English|Yet the Nightingale pt. 1

With tired yet focused eyes, I looked with a lightheaded mind
To a nightingale veiled with the dark and touched by moonlight
It sings with a harmony ringing around like a princess strolling the garden
But I don't even know what a nightingale looks like 

I opened my eyes, and rather than like an elegant, slender peacock
A bird, with a lightest brown for the morning, as meek as a maya

To whom I entitled the melodious lullabies echoing in my mind
But I don't even know how a nightingale sings like

I open my ears, and rather than a siren
A harmonious chirp, a curious rattle, things I have nothing to liken
But had reminded me of the cheerful choir of the morning birds
A new yet familiar place to a girl ailed with sleep

My illusion vanishes in front of me
And out came the humble yet truthful core
Your song leads me to the morning I once wake to be
The place I thought I will be nevermore