Sanorita Poem by Naveed Khalid

What needest I this world of thought so insidious
beyond the sunrise my shipwrecked dreams,
so fairly lost scope in the late evening
her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes,
of glorious days thy most high deserts,
at midnight lease hath rent e'ery flower upon
a barren heath, of wrinkled lip in my spilt words,
too shall fade in the back of mind:
her night-long love in rosemary garden
away from high heavens when I saw her from the gallery
all in red, twice by far removed from thee
thy image divine under the Archangel's brow!
hung aloft the ghastly night some vulgar paper to rehearse
such departed looks, overwhelmed by the setting sun,
the stars in deep azure, toll the bell at my door
in full rich abundance of thy presence alone,
that outshines in white bier to brave thine holy eyen,
of e'ery loving grace the crowqui'l, darkly lit in thy abode,
thy gilded monument astounds in full bright summer.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday 09 August,2016.5: 12 P.M