Sunday Nights

Sunday night in the setting sun,
front step sitting now the work is done.

The universe is in my veins,

I’ve got my phone playing some songs,
rock and soul all night long.

Close my eyes and breathe it in.

Every Sunday, you’ll find me here,
some songs and a couple of beers.

Take it easy, let it roll.

Life moves fast, so got to take some time,
going to rest my mind,

The stars above the moon revealed.

The fuss and fury of the day, let it go,
breathe out, and flow.

Sit back here against the door.

The streets are quiet now; the day will end,
and tomorrow we rise for work again.

But I don’t feel alone anymore.

Cheers.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon