Loki Poem by Naveed Khalid

Loki



Thus, by far more to the sea that golden compass,
hath weaved around my head
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown;
so sickening to the bones, my love, of eyes so blind,
needest no light at sunset of the evening sky,
that crow's quill beside my shipwrecked dreams
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
above a firehurst, where he besate to becharm the skies,
not least by dark bewails the night:
the sun of our common affairs in nurslings of immortality,
goes loitering around the world by the west-wind in autumn;
I fain would bring to the page under the Archangel's brow,
ah, awhile but to think on thee o'er the wall on high,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon,
that forfeited dark in Hades of a star,
of some such snowflakes in winter cold to that day of unaltered eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, July 10,2015 9: 32: 07 PM

*Loki: People's God

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