If all a man does is to watch from the shore,

He doesn't have to worry about the current.

But if affection has put us into the stream,

Then we have to agree to where the water goes.

-Robert Bly

Nightingale

Sing us a song

Of a love that once belonged

Nightingale

Tell me your tale

Was your journey far too long?

Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer

To a question I can't ask

I don't know which way the feather falls

Or if I should blow it to the left

All the voices that are spinnin' around me

Trying to tell me what to say

Can I fly right behind you

And you can take me away