The pastel orange sky in bloom

The pastel orange sky in bloom
Briefly bears its fruits of sunset,
Peaches into plum-hued cloudjets
As lonely creatures spy the moon:
Quarantined, cloistered by the threat of disease,
Silently longing to the point of fatigue.

Now hear cry the unvoiced need denied;
For lack of means and safety dubious
Lovers languish, celled by cellular threats,
Longing longer, as the hours alone stretch.
Then waning shrink all time too, fooling us;
Whispering coldly, loneliness it descries,
Limitless isolation—two lives' divide.