I Miss Those Days

There was a time…. When rain smelled different and dreams were not lies and morning knocked the door with a coy, curvy smile With a lustful longing I miss those days When you looked at me and my heart danced with joy Your touch was the breeze brushing my hair and face gently Your voice was the music sounding in my soul's choir I was the crooning lark I was the flying thought My eyes reached further than the starry skies and orange horizons A time of harvest, of yellow crop When frozen hearts thawed and rosy smiles bloomed I miss those days Because you were there with your impalpable presence like the air that fills my lungs with life. Nosheen Irfan © 2016 All Rights Reserved