Hawk On Wings Poem by Naveed Khalid

Me too hath passed that age of crimson joy,
that in summer's prime to my e'er living memory;
oft looks on tempests to that day of unaltered eye,
of what I write to my eyes so blind in Hades of a star,
against the sun in deep azure to my mind still
of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour!
This world of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Alas, but too shall fade ere thine unweird eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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