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.