Cascades O'er The Dale Poem by Naveed Khalid

Some dry leaves of book in autumn,
heaven-ward bent,
beneath the sheer taut surface, a broccoli,
along the pavement of cow parsley,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream,
a mistletoe on his back at Minerva's golden brow,
full glorious sun of our common affairs;
rest content be oblivion in the backyard of my garden,
of woe-begone days my shipwrecked dreams,
that in sandhurst a Lilly beside the bed of oak,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
no dark can e'er illumine my age-old love,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon
besmeared with time thy iron car at matilda's farm,
makes beauteous my nights by day's toil too bright,
that day of departed looks at the table of thine eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, October 30,2015 4: 51: 47 PM

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