Evening Poem by Naveed Khalid

When day's old journey by the sun,
toil'd by burning stars in the clock,
is set behind the oak trees,
the mind's eye shall move thee more;
but in love by wanton looks
Than by words that I write:
a lime-light dinner in the evening
would be laid at the table,
a full-flamed moon-lit mascara;
and a tidal wave by the sea,
that stretches away this line,
by night be writ against the sky.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday, November 27,2012 2: 49: 59 PM