The Best Days

These are the best days, 
These latent spring days, 
These days of timeless sun, 
With no rain, no fog, no wind, 
The abrasive elements asleep, 
The bluest skies, the greenest grass, 
The ripest fruit, the quietest Sundays,  
The traffic dormant, the animals released, 
Pollution reduced and commerce suspended,  
A time of rest, calm, reflection, 
Hidden blessings behind the chaos, 
Quarantines gilded by an apex of peace. 
 
Never have I lived in a home so happy, 
Never have I dreamed life could be so good, 
With a loving wife, a joyful infant, 
A caring mother who made it all work. 
Variables of bliss are working together, 
Drawing from my wounded soul 
What tortured demons possessed it for years, 
Branding me another witness reborn 
To this golden age of global changes. 
 
Out of the ash and into the sky we rise, 
Floating on illusions that stained our hearts 
Black with the doctrines of self, 
Once blind eyes pried open by humility, 
Nature laying claim to the threshold of man. 
Love, the supreme dynamo of life, 
Reigns over this time and place, 
What lost kingdoms yearned for 
They cannot possess, by the justice 
Keeping baser desires in check. 
With Venus in Taurus the Pleiades shine 
Bright like the flowers blooming outside, 
As fertility engages the fear mass produced,  
Coronas of birth spar with others of death, 
Drawing lovers entwined to remember what's best.