VIGIL FOR A
PASSIONATE
MOCKINGBIRD
Once, long ago,
on a warm June night
a mockingbird
sang its passionate song.
The intricate patterns
of its voice
blended with the perfumes
of jasmine and magnolia.
All night long
I listened
as it sent its ecstasy
to mingle with mine.
Now, each June,
I wait for
my mockingbird
to return,
to bring me again
the sweetness
and the passion
of youth.
