Lockdown Tales
Under the pink moon...
A lone star shimmers
As the empty, haunted roads
Echo my footsteps.
My shadow follows, clutching me,
Growing closer, shorter, dimmer
As each lamp post light recedes...
Trapped in this eerie silence
A planet is dying.
Nothing lives.
And then
From across the park
The faint notes of a piano
Flutter tremulously in the air.
And from somewhere closer
The wordless cry of a child reverberates,
Fearless, demanding.
The two mingling, bringing alive
The eternal song of life.
Life lives...
