Halloween I Poem by Naveed Khalid

While where e'ery groaning heart to a close afraid
that bewailing night asleep,
the stars in secret influence comment;
of fervent looks this world to my mind still,
much too rendered in age-old grey, my love,
of snow-capped myrtle at sunset of the evening sky,
half-dumb, half-deaf to the ear that in my spilt words
to e'er melting snow by the sea-ashore:
oft marked by what my feathered pen hath writ thrice,
that crow's quill of shipwrecked dreams in heaven's high bower,
of golden tress his hair upon the strand of still waters;
of untread places far-off beyond the sheer scope of sunrise,
to eyes so blind that day of unaltered eye, a foul fawning bay at my door,
too deep for woe in the twilight of thy most high deserts,
e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time,
more blessed of ages that are dead in my bed of crimson joy,
too, but goes soaring high above the dale with pen-pricked angels,
under the bolted sky by the sweat of thy brow,
a drifting dream amiss upon the sand dunes,
agoing, agoing to eternal bliss in waking hour.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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