Home is the weekend’s end

Sinking summer Sunday sun

And everything is well and done

My space age eyes are screened with haze

A fragile calming lazy daze

Balanced lightly on the crest

Of happiness and moods depressed

For home’s a place I always spend

Taking in the weekend’s end

As I return to what is mine

Finding silence, space and time

Content inside my comfy cave

Pondering moments, lone and brave

And as another day it slides

The air breathes cool and shadows rise

I sit humbly feel the dusk

The soothing tunes and incense musk

That caught upon the summer’s set

Allows a peace I’ll soon forget