Song of a Mockingbird

somewhat dark poem about freedom from illusions and the mockingbird

winged with such confidence, she flies
over cotton cloud angels dressed in white
ribbons of light and twilight stars shimmer
silent as a stone, mockingbird doesn't care
she'll move through mountaintops alone
ever watchful of the passage of time
living through summer's mysterious reign

all summer long children are being held captive
by the song of a mockingbird in flight
wiping away the trials she forgives them
with mocking laughter hidden in starry night
those singing gales and silly loons;
merely artifacts of nature's cartoons

if only to be winged, so they too could fly
away from the world with such modern irony
mothers who wear this heat like a gown, cry
replacing their children with silver dimes
those busy buzzing sounds could drown
any child's tears, now that summer is here

if only they could contain their life's rage
turning their anger away for the sacred..
but the furious tide keeps pulling them down
melding into life, and there is only one
way out, to fly away from reason and doubt
stumbling about, finding miracles profound
so free is this bird, so free from the ground

hush my little one, don't you cry
watch the mockingbird as it flies
like a kite o'er the big yellow sun
and when the bright white moon

has sunken below the hillside
do not fear those mocking songs
for what darkness can hide
can never touch the light

there it is gliding upon the horizon
between the sky and o'er the trees
into the deep midsummer night
making its way 'cross the secret veil
to the stars, forever shining bright