Song: Will Love Now Keep It's Distance? Poem by Dave SmithWhite

There is this space between us,
And I'm not talking miles.
No place for mawkish dreamers,
When you're walking in defile.
As now there is no instance,
That we can't reconcile;
Will love now keep it's distance,
When it's both a boon and trial?

Will love now keep it's distance,
With the lockdown countrywide?
Has love just more persistence;
Can we take it, in our stride?

Will love now keep it's distance?
More a bridesmaid than a bride.
Will it act with raw insistence,
To protect, preserve, abide?

If you have never seen us:
Strutting down the aisle,
Waltzing round the hallways,
Of our grand and stately pile.
For now, no chummy clinches,
No sunny dash and style;
But we'll thumb our nose at grinches,
And always make you smile.

Now reduced to drab subsistence
It seems a hopeless task.
Will love now keep it's distance,
Like the antique steps of masque?

In this dance for mortal existence;
To flatten the curves and arcs.
Will love now keep it's distance,
Like myopic oligarchs?

There is this void between us,
And I'm not talking yards.
A world of desperate schemers,
In a fragile house of cards.
And now poised to re-open,
Pandora's lethal box;
While many are barely coping,
With the new grim spikes of pox.

Will love permit admittance,
Within the guidelines and the rules?
Or will it stoke up resistance,
By the dupes, the rubes and fools?

Will love now keep it's distance,
Having never had to ask?
Or weep with a fond reminiscence,
Of the times before the mask?