Cause Celebra Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
That crow's quill to my e'er living memory
Against the harvest moon in the cellar barn;
Of e'ery fair look to my reckoning days more bright
Than this world of wanton tapestry at thy throne in Hades of a star,
Of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown at Minerva's golden brow,
Away from out of sight to my mind still in full abundance,
Of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour:
That forfeited dark under the canopy of a hut
To witness beauty where least I find but in thy presence alone,
Of red-linen, my bride, to account for love of thy most high deserts,
Oft goes soaring high above the dale with pen-pricked angels;
Else in simple fold my vain endeavour to morning's pure serene,
This embassage of what I write to my eyes so blind,
Of ages that are dead from out of the blues in still waters,
Arise! arise! to that day of unaltered eye in winter cold.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday, December 16,2014 11: 52: 45 AM

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