More of these days

Another day of bright sunshine,
Another day of falling romance
A day meandering in parks,
A day sleeping in cars,
A day chasing rabbits,
A day for all my habits;
36 nights in a row i fled,
Down the dusty streets of red,
Littered with dry rose petals
In search of the velvet thread,
I found two brown stones
and threw them both ahead.
A scattered wind collected the dust
and carried it away in a gust.
Now the velvet road was clean,
when i saw a camel lean-
On a Moslem arch of sandstone.
I shook my head in despair,
Another day of mobile phone repair.

With more and more and more
of these days,
There seem to be, More of these days.