On The Edge Of Night Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Speak holy words, sanguine phrases,
The night runs like a wild hunter-dog,
The hare moon behind the star-line
Dance on the edge of night,
The earth tilts sideways, and the cloud
Slippery bed of jasmines, dark velvety
Shroud steals the stars. O fresh breeze!
Bring the solicitor's importunes to love,
My begging bowl a-fill the hard coins.
On the doorsill a knock is heard, who?
Am myself to myself or the beloved
And nonce the doors, and the locks
Nonce the stars, but the bigger presence,
And a dance on the edge of dark night.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 5,2015.