Her sight is the vision I long to see. Her voice is my music when she’s away from me. Her essence I draw when I breathe the air. The taste of her lips I will not share. ~ My soul is warmed with her every touch. My balance is kept when she’s my crutch. I’ve a of place in time and space, bound now as one. Intertwined, our infinity has now begun.
I rose today and the sky was blue. I count my blessings; I know I’ve a few. The love of another is by my side. She’ll wake soon to a smile wide. ~ Our health is good and optimism’s high. Our family’s well, no need to cry. We’ll share our morning as we always do. We’ll sip our coffees and maybe two. ~ Our time together is as never before. Our bond grows stronger awaiting a cure. We’ve music and art to fill our head. We’ve cuddling and chatting when in bed. ~ We’ve some windows to see this world green. We’ve books galore for the time between. We watch the news and shed our tears. We’ll hold each other to ease our fears. ~ We’ll laugh a little when it feels right. We’ll end our day with a kiss goodnight. The world’s now different outside our door, though life goes on much as before. ~ The needs of others we’ll not neglect. We’ll do our part to not infect. Together as one or two or all, our blessings shared we’ll rise to the call.
I’m going to write a poem so everyone feels good. I’ll make it bright and cheery as I know I should. Peculiar times upon us, isolation’s now the norm. But spring is out in force; soon we’ll all feel warm. ~ Trees are soon to blossom, grass is soon to green. Flowers will share their colors, bees will tend their queen. Nature shares her secrets, life does rise again. Birds are already singing, though we’ve a bigger brain. ~ The future has no guide; we live from day to day. Optimism is our key to find a better way. Life will throw some curves and everyone has a pitch. Some may catch a virus, some will find their niche. ~ Love is in our heart, compassion’s in our soul. Thoughts fill our heads, they make us feel whole. The earth will stay in motion; the sun will rise and fall. Time’s now to show our mettle and share with one and all.
Fire on the horizon, a new day’s underway. But this day is different, people are home to stay. The stores are nearly empty, confusion fills the space. Traffic’s surely lacking when nowhere left to race. ~ There are lines at the gun shop, an armored petri-dish, Some will shoot their mouths off, some might get their wish. Sickness fills our minds while numbers fill our eyes. Panic’s sure to follow dissecting truth from lies. ~ Money is an issue, sure to bring more pain. Deviants soon will pounce hoping they will gain. Time now stands still, waiting for relief. For some that time will come, for others just more grief. ~ Death tolls surely rising, we each just wait to see. Who will wake tomorrow, who will be set free. But today the sun has risen, for all another start. A cure will be forthcoming, but for now we’ve just our heart. ~ The time is now to reassess and take stock of our needs. The spring is upon us, let’s plant some better seeds. Growth is sure to come, though different than the past. The world is now much smaller, let’s make the goodwill last.
I have a plan to save mankind. I’ve just a few things left to find. First is a place we all can hide. It’ll need big windows to feel outside. ~ Next is food, but we can’t be too picky, just nothing too spicy, gooey or sticky. There’s coffee, for sure with sugar and cream, then a really big bed for all to dream. ~ We’ll need some music so bring guitars. Smoking’s optional but no cigars. There’s no heavy drinking or hard drugs. No need for violence or unruly thugs. ~ There will be no jail or a court. So bring no weapons of any sort. We’ll all need to promise to get along. It sounds pretty easy, what can go wrong. ~ You’ll never find a happier place. It’ll fill up fast so reserve your space. Now one last thing before I take leave; it’s best not come if you can’t believe.
Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms, sunshine fills sleepy rooms. Little birds chirp to ring in the day. The town folk thrive and children play. ~ Evening’s all spent cozy and warm; everyone huddles at word of a storm. With a common goal of tranquility, their smiles all share the harmony. ~ Freedom reigns and peace assured, caring for all, we’re all adored. And though this place is yet to be found, in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
One more month and spring is here. When freezing to death’s no longer a fear. We’ll pack our sweaters, hats and coats. Soon the bay will fill with boats. ~ Flowers will bloom and temps will rise. Trees will green before longing eyes. Days get longer, nights a bit cool. But now we wait, because time’s cruel. ~ I don’t hate winter or the cold. But those months are growing old. I do like autumn but spring is still best. So for one more month I’ll just rest.