A Moo Cow Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, not least this world of
my shipwrecked dreams,
can e'er illumine mistaken notions
of the mind,
some do they taunt me with
full glorious days her night-long love;
beside the oak of e'ery departed look
in the late evening:
e'ery flower upon a barren heath
of wayfarer's clime on top of the trees,
at midnight lease some dry leaves
of book in autumn,
fell from myrtle in my bed
of crimson joy,
still wed to my thought at my door
of rosemary garden,
the eagle on wings, on wings
in nurslings of immortality;
of crowquill such darling buds of may
down the lane in amber woods,
of furrowed fields upon the sand dunes,
first frost of falling winter snow
under the Archangel's brow!
hung aloft the ghastly night I behold, I behold
of ages that are dead in the mellowing spring
against thy most high deserts;
while musing o'er the dale,
full rich content of some vulgar paper
to rehearse
my sweet-scented letters o'er my head,
hath a hold me height in heaven's high bower,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday,19,2016.5: 43 PM

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