Holiday Thoughts Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Pleasantly cold the Sunday morning
No hurry, no worry of alarm sounding
Above the noise of the dreams
If I could be with you, if you could be with me
How smooth the sailing would seem
Across the span of timelessness

So quiet is the house, so serene the doorbell
No intruder I expect to trespass my thoughts
Where you are a constant, all else a flicker
If I could be with you, if you could be with me
How easy the roads would seem
With all the dust and debris.