Once Upon a Glorious Time

I thought I had it figured out
I thought I knew
Realizing now I definitely did not
Have the slightest clue

Listen as I share
Lend an ear, show you care
As I tell the story
Of a pair once in their glory

A nightingale flew overhead
The sweetest of songs could be heard from his bed
As he lay frozen in awe
He watched as she swooped and to high heights did soar

Her tale he believed may not yet have been told
Attracted, her character he decided to explore and unfold
He would discover the mysteries hidden behind her eyes
As he uncovered the bright smiles hidden behind her sighs

Her wings broken and frail
Yet her confidence would not allow her to fail
A vision so clear and defined
A persistence so apparently refined

Underneath each wing a prayer
Between each song, a breath of fresh air
Without a doubt, he simply knew
The destination towards which she flew

Closely he followed with his eyes
As he watched her triumph tests upon tests in the skies
But more so he listened with his ears
And wished he could listen to her for years upon years

She saw from a distance, his eyes fixed upon her gaze
She glanced around and all that once was became a haze
Had he heard her every note?
And read every word she had wrote?

Suddenly she spiraled down and fell to the ground
His heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head and frowned
What happened to her graceful flight?
How could I not see her daily plight?

His mind spun, his vision blurred
He did not know what had occurred
How could she have failed to soar?
It had seemed that open, for her, was every door?

Without difficulties, without a single test
She explained that success was better left to rest
Without trials, without an obstacle to defeat
She would prefer to give up and take a seat

To be continued...