A Visionary Poet Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not of sombre looks to write thee off so rich
a content,
unwisely to rehearse the old formed memory,
my pleasure's forsaken wit
of way too weird such stepping stones,
but, ah, this waking hour so cold and numb,
woulđ never go away
from slumbers deep to arise, arise!
at midnight lease this world all woe,
away from high heavens my reckoning days
upon the sand dunes:
hath rent a star of thy most high deserts
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree, my love,
less be in vain words worthy of thy perusal
tolls the bell at my door of rosemary garden,
than in bright-lit mirror a drifting dream amiss,
of broken-mast shaft at north her stumbled feet
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath;
seekest no revenge at sunset of the evening sky,
the heart that fed in nurslings of immortality
still be the imprint of thine eye in largess of some thought:
far off from where I am solving equations in thy graceful ease,
that in whose presence nothing stirrs the mind;
from another shore to arise, and suffer by thee alone,
that bewailing night asleep my shipwrecked dreams.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Title Revised: From A Vision To A Visionary Poet To A Poet Laureate