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.