The Mockingbird

He sits above me, every single day.
Sometimes he moves a little, but usually hides away.
I know what he should look like, raven black with sincerity
Yet without that vital glimpse his face is never right.

I go about my business as everybody does,
And for a moment I forget him and focus on doves.
But whenever I am alone he makes himself known,
That funny little bird, perched on his throne.

Some days I hate him, for his presence is strong
Other days I love him for keeping me along.
Sometimes I cry to the skies to let me hear his voice,
And curse to them also, because I know it’s not my choice.

He always follows and darts and twirls,
High in the heavens amongst cloudy swirls.
He mocks my anguish as I feel him swoop by,
And I know he hears my secret wishes to fly.

Mockingbird stay, Mockingbird go.
Can I ever see you? Please let me know,
For I don’t quite understand how I am to survive,
If I were never to see you , while I am alive.
Mockingbird stay, Mockingbird go.
Did you ever love me? Please let me know.