A day like this

A day like this,

So filled with langour

And weary and soul-blessed rest

It comes but rarely and it

Hints at rich troubles

That haunt the mind so hard beset.

A day like this

Promises awe, pledges amour

And hopes and blood rushing dreams

Must be held for its

Timeless ahead struggles

Past the pause in its infinite wisdom.

So I rest so I relax

And feel the days in their fullness

Til rest passes which it will

And I move forward.