A Little Mermaid Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Then, this world of e'ery departed look
to my shipwrecked dreams,
from out of nowhere arise, arise,
in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
of glorious days her cherubim Wing;
unto the star of thy most high deserts
in secret influence comment,
that in much too wreckage of a nerve
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree:
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes,
not least be worthy of thy perusal to becharm the skies,
beside the bed of oak in the late evening;
a broccoli, beneath the bed of crimson joy,
no dark can e'er illumine under the Archangel's brow,
that bewailing night asleep such darling insights,
of untread feet upon the mundane shell,
no heart can afford of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise
this love-sick thought on thee with pen-pricked angels,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath bids me go the way of all flesh,
of what I write makes wither ere thine holy eyen:
hibiscus that grow along the pavement of cow parsley,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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