A Mile Stone Poem by Naveed Khalid

Ah, then, but to think on thee from out of the blues
in still waters,
pebbles and stones in the ocean sink
of witch hunting her persistent cries
at my door of rosemary garden broke the chord,
half-so ill, distempered brain shook off his head
like a soaring thumb impression,
at midnight lease this world all woe
beside the oak:
a rustle in the wind by the western isle,
marked with e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
of veneral amorous runs in deep sorrows
against the setting sun of our common affairs,
my shipwrecked dreams under the bolted sky,
of days that are gone in my bed of crimson joy,
a broccoli, of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes,
some dry leaves of book in autumn,
still wed to my thought in silent hours
of soliloquy, her night-long love of e'ery departed look
in the late evening, of unnerved blood in vein
too shall fade this vertigo of yore drifting dream amiss,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell,
squirrels make hoards in haystack of woods,
that half-baked masonry's night of wayfarer's clime,
fell from myrtle my sweet-scented letters.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, September 26,2016.6: 06 PM

Title Revised from: A Gravestone to A Grasshopper