A Basket Full Of Posies Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, not least befitting to think thee better off
my mind,
fair weather days in the mellowing spring
of worn-out time my shipwrecked dreams,
away from high heavens in half-measured looks
from afar, smokey suburbs by the shabby island
at midnight lease hath rent this world all woe,
of fealty's Apollo at my door, a rosemary garden:
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils,
that fair youth in whose ethereal Wing, my age-old love,
of so cold and numb the heart that fed in nurslings of immortality,
threw a nous of light in the late evening upon the sand dunes;
fiery flame of those blushed roses, roses,
never grew to eternal bliss in silent hours of soliloquy,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, sweet maid,
the hand that writ in mournful numbers e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
beside the oak, to some rivulet blue,
our little john, whose charms are so bereft of sight,
of what the star, Supernova, in secret influence comment
unto thy most high deserts above the mundane,
fell from myrtle in my bed of crimson joy:
while musing o'er the dale, think things through more temperate
than darling buds of may under the Archangel's brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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