When all we had was hope

The compass find no resting point
not point to any home.
All left to wander all alone without a warming coat.
Attraction of the human touch
in distance has worn thin
The shine upon gods countenance
each corner not impinge.
 Each to dream, what used to be
the goodies that was sport.
Halcyon days, wrapped like candy
our shield; two eyes above the mask
the question marks of each perhaps.
The body bag the dirt upon the coffin's lid
searching in the rubble.
Hold our breath, in the quiet hear a cry
the only direction in needing to comply.
It sneaks unseen with quiet feet
like the lover that elopes.
It's truth so hidden but exposed
and covid finding each unwilling host