Nesting Bird … 1712-2k12 Poem by saadat tahir

The bonds that
In which, she took ample pride
So much like
a wilted blossom, too early died

A gentleman Ah!
supposed lone ranger, on eager steeds
sooner then not
on hand to many, in Casanova deeds

there is this
distant throb, whose voice unheard
alien and far
patiently wings, like a nesting bird

ramble the moor
run pebbly beach, to sandy shore
in youth heedless
naive to love, placed at your door

that stood time
rose and fell, like a faultless moon
it ebbed and flowed
slowly in time, to lick the dune