These Lazy Days
These lazy days drift by,
lounging around on the idea
that they will never end.
One day slips to the next,
forever and onward;
never looking back,
never slowing down.
Time can be divided,
chopped into pieces,
But it can never be destroyed,
only transformed
into the next piece of time.
Days that consist of
white and fluffy, cotton candy clouds,
a bright yellow burning sun
and an endlessly blue sky.
The sun scorches the skin
and draws droplets of moisture
But it is a comforting warmth.
One that blinds the eyes
And recharges the soul,
Turning the skin darker as it goes…