The edges of broken dreams
Folded and put away
Those silken sheets
That caressed my heart
To return on the silver winds
In the humming of the day
Of intimate imagination
Where laughter reigns
The clatter of expectancy
Of renewed acquaintance
The warmth of the familiar
The opening to admit
That light in my life
To be completely myself
Those hollows filled
That stretched my days
To endless nights
I hear that dance again
That thirst to be slaked
For every part to the last drop
As I toast the end
Of social isolation
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I have always tended to be a loner, not really interested in all that social patter it takes up a lot of time and does nothing, but perhaps lift up the lives of those who just wage slaves for their boss masters. Escaping to the pub or to the club for a night of good fun so they can go to sleep and not worry too much. I'm sure this social distancing has had those folks at wit's end.
After the distancing is over, I will continue my solitary existence in my home, rarely going out to socialize and to my liking.
Ron