Sunday

Does Sunday lose its meaning when the endless summer ends?

The day that only holds importance when the sun has gone away;

it erodes the feeling of daylight, but now the light bends,

and the woven blankets, the soft blue night, cannot stay.

Is this ache the same emptiness that I used to let grow?

The dark shadows I pacified with words I could always say;

it began as a constant, like all other comforts I know,

until the Monday morning revealed the deserts cradled in May.

Reviews

[wordman]

i liked your play on words,and i wonder to
sunday summers are great days