To save my day

On idle sundays
Of hot summers
Whirling sound of fan
Newspaper flapping dully
Dog snoring gently by my feet
Your  refreshing presence
To save my day
From futility
Is all I want

On busy days
mindless chatters of people
mad rush of work
churning out of emails
Deadlines and dead souls
Calling it a day
In your comforting arms
Is all I want