looking past mundane and bore the isolation such a chore remember what we do it for~ to not repeat a sickly lore. the pestilence in days of yore spared neither emperor or *****.
though we now find common fight absent kin is not quite right or lover in the dead of night too far to hold my body tight. I ask with no one in my sight when parts this darkness for the light?
I miss the skin and velvet touch and loving in our dreamy hutch but we all know this feeling-such- to bear it with a hopeful hunch to greet with kiss and ardent clutch when time has healed the world that much.
so care for neighbor with a prayer sing a song and bless the air~ ‘tis not so much we can not bear. observe the quiet for it’s rare. and finding outside beauty fair feel happy you’ve the time to spare.
until it comes I inward gaze and see my soul is still ablaze with hope for man and better days amidst this heavily pressing haze. we shall emerge with better ways of sharing in the heaven’s rays.