Ode To Spring Moon Ii - Poem by Naveed Khalid
No, I'll not of love in secret influence comment
that in silent hours of soliloquy,
stakes are too high to a close afraid;
such darling insights in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
too but feeds upon nurslings of immortality!
hung aloft that half-baked masonry's night,
I could see e'ery flower upon a barren heath;
beside the bed of oak in the late evening:
lo! this world of departed look to my shipwrecked dreams,
conspires against the sun with pen-pricked angels,
more temperate than darling buds of may;
besmeared with time in the mellowing spring,
of glorious days her cherubim Wing,
fell from myrtle in my bed of crimson joy
some such snowflakes in winter cold,
of eyes so blind under the Archangel's brow,
mud-feet silhouette o'er the dale you hide from eternals
while our little john upon the sand dunes,
still watching the skies of thy most high deserts.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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