The Red Moon Poem by Naveed Khalid

When majestic sun from sullen earth shall raise
All battered things more witness to this world,
That still by recourse to the mind alone
'Gainst the wall on high in desert titan,
What by treasure trove is buried with thy bones,
Of stardust dime this darksome house of clay:
Three burning candles at equal measure apart;
Far from the skyline hide in gray thy brow,
Whence e'ery fair face from summer's eve doth steal,
Such awry looks of radiant cheeks his love,
More red with blisters grow at break of day.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Created: Thursday, January 30,2014 1: 38: 13 PM