Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sunday Afternoon




On a silent Sunday afternoon
The clock goes slow, tick tock
The wheels roll on the road
The windows tremble in the wind 
The birds too tired to chirp
The sun is too high on the top
The stars do not want the sky
The clouds too are out of sight
Things all natural
Just like life
Where there is so much left
Like every other day
For every other reason
To dos, to meet and to remember
On a silent Sunday afternoon
The clock goes slow, tick tock
And all you want to do is sleep.

-R