Why Not Just Call Them Sundays

Why Not Just Call Them Sundays

While the sun was no accident

the moon was

a completely different kettle

of fish of course

and whereas the sky proved

to be the very glue

which held both day and night

  together for eternity ..

Each one of those tiny stars just

  glowed a little bit ..

Maybe because they were so

far away and each

felt out of it yet tried to bask in

  its own former glory ..

Indeed, on reflection he always

intended each one

to provide warmth and to serve

as a guiding lantern

  throughout the darkness of night ..

In fact, he had hoped

such precious gifts might soon be

felt freely and in

the same way as his loving smile

and his warmest

embrace might yet be felt by all

those with any faith

left in them .. Just as the oceans

were always meant

to be deep and as blue as Eves

eyes would both

eventually become and even

bluer than blue so

take note yet again, the sun was

no accident waiting

to happen but something greater

than that and it fell

way beyond the reach of any wild

  fantasy he might have ..

She was a work in progress tho’

and it was while busy

thinking hard on what he might

do with Adams

spare rib, it dawned on him he

should maybe just

rest up for a while since tomorrow

was to become a very

special day indeed, for all such

tomorrows, would

be known as the day of rest which

without any ceremony

  whatsoever he simply named Sunday ..