Island In The Moon Poem by Naveed Khalid

Me alone upon the road to Denver hills,
near the pine forest,
much toiled by day's labour by the sea-ashore,
half-dumb, half-deaf to the ear in my shipwrecked dreams,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise;
this world of e'ery groaning heart to a close afraid
at the height of losing my inner cool,
of eyes so blind in full-bright summer:
the clock at nine tolls the bell at my door,
oft swayed by the west wind in autumn, my love,
of thy most high deserts at sunset of the evening sky,
slowly drifting away from the sand dunes
to e'er melting snow that day of unaltered eye,
too but goes soaring high above the dale
against that forfeited dark in Hades of a star,
that crow's quill of weird mask in my spilt words.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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