Love in Times of Corona

I long to hear your voice now

And feel the warmth of your touch.

I am lucky to see your eyes 

But once a week,

Thanks to innovative technology.

How I long to kiss you,

Wrap my fingers in yours

Feel your body, next to mine

Just for a little while. 

Many miles separate us

Yet corona makes us far apart.

Meet you when, I do not know

For now, 

I wait with memories. 

       - Robes of a Muse

The Lion's Gate

The stars shine bright

Waiting for the sun and moon to align.

Energies are strong tonight

As our world's collide.

The countdown has begun

For the live show of hearts.

No clowning around for fun

As does come the round of darts.

Come together,

We do in our hearts and mind.

Love, as gentle as a feather

Cradled to our bossom and kind. 

- Robes of a Muse

The Albatross

Perched on the high mountain

On an isolated rock,

Sat he.

Watching the world beneath him,

Eyes, attentive to activity. 

Planning his next meal.

The water flowed

Smoothly down the slope,

In a cascading waterfall.

What a breathtaking sight,

The mountain, the waterfall

And the Albatross. 

         - Robes of a Muse 

The Giver

Money, time, space
It mattered not.
The giver did face
In this thickening plot. 

As the moons fade,
And the giver aged,
She grew somewhat afraid
That she would be forever caged.

Time and again,
The angels reassured
That it wasn't in vain. 
Through these words, the giver was cured.

- Robes of a Muse

Power Cuts

They have recommenced,
Forced to immerse ourselves in darkness
Sitting under starry skies,
Enjoying the Indian Ocean breeze.
I reminisce times, two decades ago,
When this was the norm 
Sitting in the dark,
Taking notes in the candlelight night. 
Or rolling on the cool tiled floor 
To keep the heat at bay. 
Power cuts, what memories they bring
A shared tale between my generation and the next.