Looking into the sky

the dome came down

searching for answers

no one around

 

Enclosed in a world

with no birds and bees

the sights and smells were awful

so much death to see

 

The separation

the horror of being alone

someone help me

the feeling of a drone

 

Finding a lake

getting into a boat

storms and waves surround me

fear of being smote

 

Suddenly comes a voice

that calms the storm

He gets into the boat with me

my spirit is now warm

 

The dome lifts

my faith is restored

birds and bees return

I was never ignored

 

Living in the light

gone are the disguises

the storm has passed

a new day arises

 

copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce