A Sea-Horse Poem by Naveed Khalid

A Sea Horse

While musing o'er the dale in silent hours
of soliloquy,
down the lane in amber woods that forest deep; ,
full granary of haystack and straw,
of furrowed fields that carry me on wheels
some dry leaves of book in autumn;
of wrinkled lip in my spilt words beside the oak,
too shall fade e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
a mask to wear out soon in half-measured looks from afar:
I still behold my shipwrecked dreams in rosemary garden;
of fealty's Apollo at my door this world,
darkly lit in thy abode under the Archangel's brow!
opes a walk-through gate of untread places far off
beyond the sunrise where blue-bells hang
by the wall on high, her enchanting slogans of disparity,
needest not thy iron car at Matilda's farm
heaven-ward bent that soldier's grave unknown,
away from what to my mind still in subtle reality
less defined by time, the music of her anklets I hear them play
soft melodies of old; still wed to my thought a tapping noise o'er my head,
some shadow fell from myrtle in my bed of crimson joy,
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils,
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes our majestic sun:
of days that are gone in full bright summer: of hallowed fire;
pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn,
her stumbled feet stampeded the throne,
of darkened earth's infernal grove thy most high deserts,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell,
I my secret hath kept at the gallows of thy feet away from high heavens,
santa's mini skirt of a dragon skin at clover-beach.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Thursday 01, September 2016 7: 23 PM