It felt like a thousand days
till sunday.
Monday was of no consequence
..but felt of lace and patent leather.
Tuesday was green and chilled
turning gently, she bowed at
Wednesday's approach
Ever so gracious
she became my afternoon dream
Thursday and Friday convoluted
towards the back, speaking in graduated tone's
with finite extensions
Saturday, held us all together
gracious of mind and soul
It is the day,
that all that was separated
came together
even when it felt like
a thousand days till sunday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem