Forty days and forty nights, tears ran down my face as if rain.
Each one a moment, frozen in time, of two lives torn in twain.
Trying to hold on to each tear, a practice held in vain.
Building an ark, to protect the heart, to the waters subside and drain.

Loading up anxieties. Two by two. Side by side.
Locking them in the ark to protect them from the rising tide.
Now in view, another ark, a place where another can hide.
Pulled in different directions, the undertow won't be denied.

Separated by a social current, pulled further and further apart.
Sailing on in search of land, a place for a brand new start.
On the waves of all this noise, the sun is hidden, clouds are dark.
No chance to see your visage since the day you did embark.

In isolation, anxieties breed, to start the world anew.
A brand new world of change and fear. A new world without you.
The waters start to lessen, and the land, it comes in view.
A dove gifts me a twig to prove this tribulation's through.

Growing news anxieties on a hidden trauma farm.
To cultivate such livestock breeds a lot less good than harm.
Washed away to separate lands, the distance between them far.
Knowing your glow is out there but never knowing where you are...

© The Moonlight Bard