Sunday is becoming me once more After stories, songs adventurings galore Living, loving, fighting, standing tall I must soften again after it all

Between lo mein, a nap, a cup of tea I crawl my way back to reality Where magic is but smaller sparks of light Glinting as they slip out of your sight

Sunday is a day for drawing near Traveling back towards home and life so dear Flying highways on blue truck-shaped wings To cat and comfort and the concrete things

From bardic circles to my stereo From stories novel to the ones I know Swords put down but never far away My warring side will fight another day

Sunday is for settling back in After sunny skies have warmed my skin Take the boots off, bring the totes inside Let my courage find a place to hide

Dishes, laundry, hero’s tasks abound The hum of modern life the only sound Until Friday, when more worlds awake And my thirst for adventure I do slake