As the week ends and a new one comes

As the week ends and a new one comes,
The air gently brushes on the skin,
Like petals of flowers falling.
I look out into the afternoon sky,
To see the white clouds brilliantly stunning,
In their silvery magnificent light,
That seem to cuddle the afternoon skies.
Perhaps, it would be a truly wonderful day,
Lovely as the clouds and the warm air,
If you be by my side.
Perhaps, sweeter like the soft taste of fruit juices,
Mixed with ice and cool water.
The day would be loveliest,
If you be here with me today.

If I hear your voice

There is a warm afternoon breeze,
And radiant sunlight.
As the sounds of the tv
Play as I sit to listen.
Waiting for a song to be played
But it does not...So, I just type and listen
To my keystrokes.
Later I would sit and wonder,
At the sound.
Would it make it better,
If I hear your voice?
Would the day be nicer and sweeter?
Mmm...a thought to think about...
I don't know if I want to find out.