Incantation I Poem by Naveed Khalid

When from heaven's high bower,
oft am I bereaved of light,
that you in such subtle thought
are out and about, hath becharmed the skies;
and what in beauty of things I behold,
goes blind by alluring looks to the sun,
bereft of sight my untread dream
of a falling star in winter cold;
while nothing but love of eternal spirit
is bound by One Great Mind:
else me too unworthy of thy perusal
not alone, to desecrate thine holy eyen!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, February 10,2014.3: 19: 44 PM

Title Revised: From Incantation I To A Mind Map