Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.
Flattened like a pancake,
My brain is resting
After an intense week of experimental living.
The free findings
Opened new arguments
While the story is written in chapters.
My stomac bumping,
My breathing getting short
Tell me another Monday is coming.
In its simplicity,
A single day can grab the freedom
of the whole weekend.
Time spent walking
Among flowers and mountains,
The curious stirring for an exotic dish,
The calls with the lived ones
Get immediately sorted as memories,
Once the Monday comes.
Subtle subtle, Monday approaches
With smooth slippers and warm tea
In its hands.
Behind your shoulders it whispers
Worth a weak voice
That always catches yours mind.
It will be Monday tomorrow,
But a sunny Monday.