Mockingbird

My focus is on singing.

Song is the teacher
that singles out gray from the white.
And it is song
in which innocence properly survives.

Man may rely,
if he ever conquers his ignorance,
on the strength of song:

mornings as daylight begins,
also at noon,
in the moon’s white light
precisely and only at midnight.

Life bids us sing,
make song our primary pleasure.
In joy or pain,
find singing to be the measure.

Let singing reign!