Its Been a Long Day

Its Been a Long Day

Its been a long day.
The sun rose, the sun set.
Long days of life.

The sun will rise, the sun will set.
Its been a long ride.
A ride through each day,
Each hour, each sunrise
and each sunset.
The rides been long,
like a lengthy song.
Each verse a story.
Each chorus a lament.
The instruments play in key,
flowing as one,
as distinctive as the days in ones life.
At times lullabies,
other times Hard rock.
We hear the Blues,
we feel the jazz.
Each riff, each chord and note,
a fragment in the song life writes.

Its been a long day.
The sun rises with the chimes in the clock towers
of small town churches, perfectly timed.
The progression of moments
lead us through each perfectly tuned hour.
Choosing our path which may bring us sorrow
or may give us joy.
Walking through time
toward tomorrow.

Its been a long ride.
The fine tooled engines of our minds,
imagining and creating what is and what may be.
The hum in the road,
the wind in our hair.
The glare of bright sunlight glowing.
The shades hide our eyes
of what we must bare.
Staring clearly in all directions,
viewing life.
Valleys free of a life spent in strife.
Searching for the picturesque.
Taking in all that we imagine,
All that we care for.

Its been a long day.
Long days in life.
Its been a long ride,
A ride that speeds by.
Its been a long day.

Seanna Mairead May 28, 2007