Reality Poem by Naveed Khalid

AND many by the grave
have stood and wept,
for that one morning
before he died but of late:
all the stars stood witness to
the setting of the Sun at my door,
that our Lord was going to bed,
sweet dreams, my child, sweet dreams!
for at the heart of the mirror,
when one world is wide awake,
the other is in the dark:
what is hid from out of sight
far from the maddening crowd
is in pure heaven his majestic love;
yet we are all blind to His eyes
for as long as the curtain;
but you would see everything
Through the other world
ere the day breaks in the late evening;
Sweet dreams, my child, sweet dreams!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Thursday, September 27,2012 5: 16: 48 PM