Arcadia
To Be Free
Peril is where I walk into and I meet you
Watched by death
Sundry stones are thrown and we cry
Scarcity of breath
Scarce is wonderful,
sunkissed walks in which we knew
the grace of light
I used to see the moon flow
Watching, not to espy
Transfixed by its wonderous glow,
almost taking to the sky
I'd meet you and we saw others meet
Brushing one another on the teeming street
We caressed
And we were blessed
And in a sudden whoosh of wild wind called Covid
The beauty was gone
Now we are forced to hurry into
our homes, hurry into a sanctity
that feels so lonely and when we venture out
We are masked
But, there is a place...
a utopia
Where we can roam and outside we are home
Where we can breathe
Breathe unmasked and walk aimlessly and brush
against one another, embrace
In a place called Arcadia
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A great poem expressing these desperate Covid times. You dont know you are lonely until you are lonely. May they produce a vaccine soon x
Being Me, thank you very much. Yes, these are absolutely tragic times which seem hopeless. I'm awaiting my test results myself and I feel like I didn't write enough about the seriousness of this killer virus. I'll probably another piece.
I do hope you are okay. It is very serious. Take care x
Came back negative!! Thank Creator!
Good to hear! Still take care though! Hope you feel better soon x
Thanks! You take care too!