In the lazy Sunday's gentle sway,
Lost glasses veil the world in blur,
Sunlight dances in a golden play,
In this quiet, time does defer.
Shadows stretch, long and kind,
Across a world softened and vague,
In this haze, peace I find,
Life's sharp edges, now but a mirage.
The sun whispers in a warm embrace,
Blind to detail, but feeling whole,
In this softened, tranquil space,
Rests the weary, contented soul.
As day wanes to a gentle close,
In blindness, a new sight I chose,
The world, a painting, softly composed,
In the calm of Sunday, serenely dozed.