Myrtle Poem by Naveed Khalid

I think I have lost my voice in still waters
Of forest deep in the valleys wild;
That roaring of the rivers under the hill,
Hath brought me to this end by the sea ashore,
Whence e'ery beginning seems but a far-off cry
To see a damsel on white horse's back,
Some lone bark of a tree beside, of golden tress her hair:
Well-protected shields and spears from a cut-throat island,
They led me through the door against the bolted sky,
Weighed down by the heavy chest of thy most high deserts;
I sat beneath the palm-tree in scorching heat of light,
Which in peak hours of the sun to a melting snow,
A drifting dream amiss along the rider's waking hour,
The fabric of her shadowless love will ne'er die.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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