A Year of Silence

A Year of Silence
since we were locked down
the empty summer
and the darkness of fall

We are full circle
oh, we're down a level now
but summer 2021
will be emptier still

We have washed
and sanitised our hands
masked our faces
and gone nowhere

Yet when this is all done
and the final roll call is made
many will be missing
and nothing will be the same again

The Year of Silence

The sun shone
blindingly
from the westering sky
down the gleaming street

But none would come
that would now have come
On however many wheels
or on happy feet

The boat that carried them
now carries none
the way is closed
although it is still open

The excited faces
sometimes a lil green
other times tired
Always pleased to have come

now will not come
our summer will be
empty
still of voices and faces

The whacky bus
the hired cars
the taxi hired
from the plane

Even the ships
of hundreds
the music lovers
of thousands

None will now come
The island is silent
Imperviously
the Stones will Stand

The Year of Silence
Let's hope it's but one
till our cheerful friends
are welcomed to return

The year of silence

The sun shines brightly
longer hours each day
The wind is in hiding
the lambs gambol

Nobody stirs abroad
A curious line of people
stretches, 7 feet apart,
to a familiar door

The ferry brings no-one
The ferry takes no-one
The brightly sprightly
visitors will not come

Each day now
is Sunday
except it is
not Sunday

Even the churches
are closed
all is shut
until further notice

The year of silence
the year of silent fear
who will be next
do we know who