Summer's Eve Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

No dark this world can e'er illumine,
erased of looks so fair to my mind still
in wild ecstasy of pure heaven;
of what the stars in secret influence comment
at sunset of the evening sky,
that crow's quill of my shipwrecked dreams
along the pavement of cow parsley,
awakes but a wonder in thine holy eyen, sweet maid:
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time
that bright-lit mirror of thy most high deserts,
shall prove thee virtuous under the Archangel's brow
against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky;
of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell
of paradisaical injunctions in haystack of woods,
that day of unaltered eye in dry autumn leaves of thy book.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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