A Dogtail Poem by Naveed Khalid

Sovereign! far beyond the scope this world
of rosemary garden at my door,
rest content be oblivion of a host
among daffodils, no heart can afford,
of fickle foe's fiddle that by thought alone,
of e'ery departed look, my mind!
plays a hunch for the parade in the late evening,
of what the stars in secret influence comment
against thy most high deserts;
bereaved of light my shipwrecked dreams:
beside the oak some dry leaves of book in autumn,
no dark can e'er illumine of surpassing wit thy brow,
a golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes,
of broken mast-shaft at north, my age-old love,
hung aloft the ghastly night in silent hours of soliloquy,
the crow on wings, on wings in thy graceful ease,
of woe-begone days under the cow's shed,
much toiled by day's labour, our little john,
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, April 02,2016 5: 54: 08 PM