Sunday

It felt like Sunday was the day
But Monday strolled on by
And still you never came

And moments tick
While the hours tock
Pages turn themselves
As they should or might

Give me the strength to go ahead
Let me be here and not hesitate
Fall from the sky into my arm
Keep me together the entire time

Wishing and waiting
Waiting and going
Staying on foot
Crawling and flowing

Monday is gone 
Tuesday is next
Day after day
Breath by breath

Picture to reveal itself