A Coffin In Hamlet Flatts Poem by Naveed Khalid

God forbid! ere I see this imprint
of thine holy eyen,
erased in surging chaos
of the cosmos,
a star-y velorum, of golden tress
his hair upon the sand dunes,
my shipwrecked dreams of first frost
her falling winter snow in dismal shades
of age-old gray;
bemoaning passions run wild
in ecstasy of pure heaven;
beside the oak e'ery flower upon
a barren heath, guides me my moving
away from high heavens, all woe-betide
at midnight lease this world,
opes a door in the backyard
of rosemary garden,
still wed to my thought her footsteps
by the sea-ashore, in a trance
of self-delusion the clock
against time's devouring hand,
you see not but light of days
that are gone in my bed of crimson joy,
my deeds to pry,
sticks out his head like a soring
thumb impression,
pricked with a furr coat
in the cellar-barn, of straw hat
on knees in ruffled feathers,
of worthier pen born thy beauty's bride;
but by love compares thee with a rose,
pays homage to the setting sun
at clover beach, weary with toil
my day's work expires
under the Archangel's brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday 27,2017.3: 58 PM

Title Revised: From A Nailed Coffin To A Self in the Coffin further to A Coffin in Hamlet Flats