Something not entirely unrelated to current events.
No night goes by that I don't hear her call.
I swoon in bright moonlight as her serenades fall.
An eerie aria or crooned caterwaul?
Near here? In my ear or is she at all?
Like a long lullaby, I sleep so intensely.
Her song fills the sky, inspiring immensely.
A tear to an eye, I try singing, densely,
but the notes are so high my squeaking suspends me.
This sweet sirens song I perceive every eve,
serene and soul strong, evil seas take reprieve.
Her gift, I receive, only because I believe,
bereaved, peeved or relieved, my heart, she'll retrieve.