A Nightingale Dream

Where do I begin about a story having no pretense
A certain magical wallflower refusing to dance
Not blending into the wall, wildly tapping his toe
Touching the beats, the public address system sound
Erase not a trace from this awkward torn
Dividing moments; smiles and frowns

Enjoyment reveals mirage of lost paradise
Dangling from eave, a clear piece of ice
Images seem dream-like
Theatre

Razzle dazzle pie in the face happy trails simply matters
Umbrella kept open for if unfolds stormy weather
Beautiful thoughts, yet giving title to it tethers
Begging explanation for yes, no, good or bad
Enhancing as currently acceptable
Retractable elements evolving

A bit of false bravado spiced memory
Benefits linger to be visited again
Loss considering that reason rhymes
Everything, unless there’s objection

Come listen to a story about experiment complex
Oracles and few different views commonly expressed
Parody exploding as if not reality
Everyone invited this hospitality

Tampion spirit strengthening steady billowing sail slips
Relevant truth always difficult tended shallow
Underneath elbow grease, lasso aims for tomorrow
Twisting elicitation reflects seeds growing
Honesty mines a cranny of Sunshine

Amazing grace how sweet are questions answered
Forging ahead, riding magic rails to the junction
Then moving from the page, from inside a barroom window
Eliot with broad smile on face keeps reporting,
Revealing elegance has no boundaries, just Nightingales