Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Warm Afternoon

Blinded by the light I sit on the porch
Whilst the soft notes of the melody keeps playing
The slight rustle in the leaves keeps me thinking
Will there be an end to this waiting?

The uncomfortable warmth of the noon
Sears the skin like a harpoon
I long to see the sun go down
and to erase the mindless frown

As, the time goes by so slowly
I reflect upon life ever so humbly
I wait for the night to come by,

accompanied by the cool breeze
wafting along like the music with ease
and keeping the mind at peace.