Searching For Sunday

Sunday collapsed in a flurry of stars somewhere just south of the red planet Mars. barracades buckled and folded in half, somewhere she heard Sunday leave with a laugh. mists rose around her ,blocking her view, weekdays flew by her and everyone knew, Sunday should follow with peace and a smile, but Saturday stayed with a partying guile. "Take us all home! "cried the daze of the weak, we'll keep you so busy you never can speak, the poems you harbor until you can write, your time will be taken,it's all black and white. But color comes back in her cheeks when she reads, the heartline from others,who comfort her needs. For Sunday just laughs and runs on ahead, she can't catch a train to that place in her head. she's searching for Sunday ,alone in the park, come bring her a candle to lighten the dark, and peace like a curtain,falls onher stage, her Sunday returns,if it's just on your page.