One Fine Monday Morning

Strolling through the narrow lane
hands in the pocket, me whistling
going home to sleep and retire
on a fine Monday morning.

I stumble upon a thought
and smile.
I worked Sunday night
but my mind is just warming.
My dreams they flash before my eyes.
The positive vibes in me are swarming.
Don’t know if I can ever find the words,
but this feeling of content is charming.

I haven’t found all that I looked for.
But the thin sheets of rain have receded.
I am surprised to have survived this far.
I am not worried it might get a little heated.
That is what the morning dew does to you.
It gets chilly, but not harming.
I can feel it across my wounded heart
as if it is a way for it to say – I am healing.
I am going home to sleep and retire
I am going home on a fine Monday morning.