Mesmerism Poem by Naveed Khalid

When through that age-old window-pane,
The morning sun arise from out of the blues;
And last night's twilight dream is brought to light,
Which, too, by day's labour shall wear out soon,
Withered in autumn leaves by sweet breath of Zephyr - -
In gentle breeze of the west wind, by time hath fled:
A heart break of all my love for thee, Prince of Light!
Not less than what by sight you find, thy myrtle crown,
This sky, full of stars, can fill the page no more- -
Not unless, O Venus! The world of our dreams,
That by one such quiver in cupid's hand,
More be paid by whom you live forever,
Than, if not in my verse, but in my heart so,
The red-eyed Poet to meet in the mirror of mine eyes.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, December 30,2012 8: 57: 23 PM