Beautiful Creature Poem by Aabid Masroor

The unwilling forces no dark to surprise
As bright the side when by my side
If by the thunder high, laugh I pass
Blessed enough perfect wind on my side
Smooth things - O smiling silent sail
But the tide-motion which made
Moon and starry sky almost to fall
Let them go and I slow down
Alone sink with souls of winter
And float across the un-reposing wave
And now, with distance of spring
Let you go with new paths of hope
But take my word O beautiful creature
When in the season of rose bloom
The awful silence of the bright full -moon
While from lips the forgotten words
Then again would wake and arise