BEFORE I GO
By John Thomas Tuft
The mockingbird kept up its incessant song
Pretending to be what it is not
While tree frogs called back and forth high overhead
Urgently seeking what you and I have sought.
Resting together under a baldachin of stars
Sitting on the thrones of our desires
Wanting to hold your heart like a diamond
Letting our passions lead us ever higher.
Your love is precious, pure and true
It draws me ever closer into this sacred space
Lifts me ever higher into the light
Dare I look away, not worthy of this grace.
The mockingbird changes to a different tune
Asking if I’m pretending to be what I’m not
While I lie here looking at the moon
Wondering, before I go, was it all for naught.