79 Poem by Naveed Khalid

Must I deny thee of such subtle thought,
that by reality of a dream too but stirrs the mind,
of sadeian myth this world of thy most high deserts;
where least I find worthy of thy perusal
to prove thee virtuous against all odds, my love,
of terrible beauty born that promising land of fairies,
ah, but to thee suffice with what I lack in,
of eyes so blind that day of unaltered eye:
holds a myriad star in my account by the sea-ashore,
I fain would write this embassage at the pedestal of thy throne;
of golden tress his hair upon the strand of still waters,
slowly drifting away from the sand dunes to e'er melting snow,
away from what lies buried in yellow-pages of history,
to unhindered scope that burning goblet in the rainforest,
down that road under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
of crow's quill my shipwrecked dreams in the cellar-barn.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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