Harvest Moon Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not mere by those phantasmal reflexes
Of the electric spirits in thy abode;
But while in presence of all that is writ
Against the wall of two lovers dead:
Must I from such abandonment seek refuge
In what by the voice of tongue-tied Muse,
This deserted line is marked by time for love,
Of good old days hid in a far-fetch'd sky,
Rest content be oblivion of sun's bewilderment,
That cool'd in the west wind of eternal silence,
And woe-begone dreams at the harvest moon,
Behold! how in waking hours are bereft of sight.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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