Time Then and Now

Then was the flowing time On its wings I could freely fly Across the span of the azure sky To the horizon of distant lands Soar alongside of the floating flock In the warm air stream of conviviality. Then was the flowing time When in the vibes of unfurled dawn Tinged by the golden sunbeam I could join the kith and kin On the breeze-braced boughs Croon together the spring song. Then was the flowing time When through the twilight gleam I returned to the teeming nest In the closeness of you all Fold my wings in the embrace Of unrestrained intimacy. Now is the stalled time Shadow of lurking invisible danger Creeps menacingly from nowhere Turning the nest into a cage Confined morale plunging in lone abyss Stagnates in gripping isolation. Now is the stalled time Hanging heavy on my collapsed wings Songs have disappeared in desolate air But rhythm of hope still pulsates in heart New pristine dawn will color the dark sky With the familiar flock I will fly there again. July 31, 2020 Contest : Isolation Philosophy Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke