A North Star Poem by Naveed Khalid

A Star-y Velorum

Who can keep the secret of thy holy night,
yet not a shadow cast that by mind a sight
what by words I write in the blink of an eye
is hid from every looking glass that shows not
half thy part has love of looks in the mirror
full of myriad stars but thy star far from
the maddening crowd grows old and grey,
beside the oak, like the majestic sun at my door;
breaks the dream that looks me through such darling insights,
a vault of heaven in the sky keeps me out of bed
but of late for seventy long winters be still
thy fair lamb in November, my age-old love,
the Eagle on wings, on wings in silent hours
of soliloquy still musing o'er the dale by the hedgerow
of a cottage-hill in whose golden tress of hair;
beside the oak, the majestic sun at my door,
hath a laurel wreath thy myrtle crown in my bed of crimson joy.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday,12 November 2012 06: 06PM
Title Revised: From A North Star To A Star-y Velorum

Old version
Who can keep the secret
of thy holy knight;
and not a shadow cast:
that by mind a sight far from
the maddenning crowd of what
by words I write is hid from every eyen:
love of looks in the mirror,
full of stars but thy STAR:
a vault of heaven in the sky;
the Eagle on wings, on wings
still musing o'er the dale in silent hours of soliloquy in whose tress
of golden hair upon the sand dunes;
a myrtle wand in my bed of crimson joy,
beside the oak, the majestic sun at my door.

(C) Naveed Khalid

Copy Rights (C) 2012.
All Rights Reserved.

Date Created: Monday,12 November 2012,06: 06PM

Title Revised: From A North Star To A Star-y Velorum