Blessings Of Love Poem by Naveed Khalid

Say ye not full rich pride of e'ery flower
upon a barren heath,
that in silent hours of the night,
so sickening to the bones of woe-begone days,
my love at sunset of the evening sky,
I still hold dear to that crow's quill
of my shipwrecked dreams,
that too but blinds the eye
through e'ery pouring shadow:
weary with toil my day's work expires,
more blessed of ages that are dead upon the sand dunes,
no dark can e'er illumine under the Archangel's brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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* Title Revised: Blessings of Love