I dream of Sundays The Earth spins. The sun screams. I dream Of strawberry-peach ice cream. Sundaes On Sundays Driving to a new town Taking a walk on the beach The sand in your toes And the wind in your hair The smell of the salt And the taste of the air Climbing the tree trunks Each one in the park Though far too old You still like the playground Later, perhaps, you’ll walk through the shops Souvenirs and memories Are sold at barely more Than ten bucks Tomorrow is monday but today Is today There’s no threat and no rush You can come back anyday Time doesn't fly And you don’t have to grow up This isn’t Neverland It’s just your happy life I dream Of strawberry-peach ice cream And of sundaes on Sundays And to finally feel fulfilled.
A short poem inspired by a particular memory from my childhood about a day spent on the beach eating ice cream and playing on the pirate-themed playground and my wish to go back to that. Hope you like it <3
