Waking up this morning, it occurred to me

I am three days away from what I can see

The day when perhaps I can put down those

Multi-coloured pens of life to relax and doze

Closing my eyes, I listen to the shadow of nightingales

Wishing this time, perhaps I can embrace this Sunday?

 

Suddenly I remembered, there is another pen to pick

So many different letters, yet pending on my nib

Long letters for all of them, letters not only for me

Letters floating in my head, topics at night that I see

As I close my eyes listening to the shadow of nightingales

I wish, perhaps this time I can embrace this Sunday?

 

As I ready myself for tonight’s dinner of sushi in a bento

I longed for homemade lunches and warm impromptus

Where we used to sit closer, snuggle, and fight for so long

We still had the time of our lives, listening to tuneless songs

Now I close my eyes and listen to the shadow of nightingales

I wish so hard, perhaps this time I can embrace this Sunday.

 

It is Summer now, but I remember it was Summer then too

What I am now is so different as I question, ‘that was who?’

It is just like the time that clock showed the same back then

Yet changing, in essence, its existence with every moment

And when I close my eyes listening to the shadow of nightingales

I still wish perhaps this time I can really embrace this Sunday.

 

Another day has gone, and so many more will pass by

I remind myself I have even stopped saying simple Hi!

Even when I embrace everything and everyone to the ‘T’

Amidst all, I seem to recall, I end up losing what I call ‘me’

As I try to close my eyes listening to the shadow of nightingales

I wish perhaps this time I will be able to embrace this Sunday.

 

This sand of ‘tick-tock’ is slipping fast from fingers

That margin of error each day is reduced further

We need to make choices for we are left with very little

It will probably leave you and me at the end so brittle

Why not try to close our eyes and listen to nightingales?

Perhaps this time we all really can embrace our Sundays