Altavista Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of e'ery departed look her stumbled feet
this world that shows not half thy part,
away from high heavens seems but a far off cry,
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
I my secret hath kept under the bolted sky,
something to wonder at thy golden brow!
beside the bed of oak no dark can e'er illumine,
where I my feet hath tread the mundane shell:
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, our Queen
shall wear her head at the pedestal of thy throne;
above the mantle piece, where the picture hangs by the wall,
her enchanting slogans of disparity to my shipwrecked dreams,
of ages that are dead in my bed of crimson joy,
me thought fair by fair means foul, flawed in e'erything,
that star in secret influence comment,
of crow's quill her cherubim Wing in the late evening
becharms the skies with pen-pricked angels,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream,
full glorious sun of our common affairs.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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