Phoenix Poem by Naveed Khalid

While I had very pleasant view of the world
from where my untread feet
to eternal bliss in waking hour;
of untamed heart's forfeited first in nursling of immortality,
beyond the sunrise to eyes so blind in thy graceful ease,
ah, but to think on thee in winter cold,
that in dull hours of the night to my mind still
some such snowflakes by the sea-ashore:
I fain would bring to the page my woe-begone love,
oft in full abundance of thy presence at sunset of the evening sky,
that crow's quill of my shipwrecked dreams to some rivulet blue,
too deep for woe of ages that are dead upon the sand dunes,
all too weird of what by day's toil more bright
than e'ery fair by fair means foul, flawed in e'erything,
a foul fawning bay at my door with pen-pricked angels,
of golden tress his hair upon the strand of still waters.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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