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.