nightingale

i watch her from the east
as she dips into the water
like a swan so pale
a dove so white

my angel sweet
so sweet she is
as i come,
softly

treding current
she doesn't see
my hands so sweetly
sweetly hold her thighs

my angel lovely
lovely are her eyes
i take my hands and press them to her body
she is moving but still

so white
but no longer ill
no
no longer ill

my angel
angel in the night
still
and bright