A Nightingale's Song

I climb higher, toward the stars
taking in the warmth of the summer night.
the moon is casting its ghostly glow,
creating an eerie light.

but even here all is not well
I realize my soul will never cease
its troubles calling upon my heart
trying to find eternal peace

lately so much has happened
my problems following as I fly
and a sadness creeps over me
darkening the beauty of the sky