Myrtle Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Some strained note of broken strings at north,
not least to wake you from slumbers deep,
the boats are slowly drifting away from the sand dunes,
this world of my shipwrecked dreams,
of eyes so blind under the canopy of a hut
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in rosemary garden,
above the mundane, of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
of wrinkled lip in my spilt words her night long love:
beside the oak in the late evening,
needest no darling insights in nurslings of immortality!
pricked with a furr coat thy most high deserts,
fakes out of the blues in still waters under the bolted sky;
away from heaven's high bower that man-in-the-moon,
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils,
more temperate than darling buds of may
than what the stars in secret influence comment
unto the spine of a book leaf in autumn,
our little john of fealty's Apollo at my door,
still musing o'er the dale in full abundance of thy presence alone.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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