Silence for a Sunday

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“The streets are empty, the neighbourhood is quiet, must be Sunday” Gun Roswell

Silence for a Sunday

The unthinkable, just happened
As I thought no more time indoors could I spend
Then a good sign from the weather gods
As the sun started shining above
The streets empty from anyone
Even if I could go out, I would be alone
In this times of trouble and fear
I still prefer to have some sunshine burning my ears
As I step out to the great unknown
From my now open front door
I am glad of this moment of silence opened
As all and everything in time have completely frozen
And outside of this solitary space of security
I once again dare to venture without any scrutiny

Harbour

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“It’s calm today, in the summer day” Gun Roswell

Harbour

A slow boat awaits me, finally setting me free
Boarding, without a haze, as at the quiet waters, I gaze
Destination, unknown, as from this place, I have overgrown
Walking to my seat, looking forward to the breeze
As the sails are hoisted, I am second guessing my choices
Alas, they soon fade, as I settle in to the laze
Of becoming the passenger, on this journey ahead
Eyes wide open, I stare at the great ocean
Not knowing, is the hardest part, but if I play it smart
What ever the future, I think I can make without any sutures
Face in a smile, shedding the vile, yes, it has been a while
I am finally feeling, happy

Sunday on my mind

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“I am always looking forward to Sunday” Gun Roswell

Sunday

sunday
the one day
i wish to stay
forever

but

already monday
rears its ugly head
wish any other weekday
would turn up instead