Spiritus Mundi Poem by Naveed Khalid

Lord! who can e'er by such vigilant observers estimate?
what, on earth, is writ in cruel hands of time
through heavenly bodies of white-arrayed ribbons;
that you know I have come this far,
whence there is no return;
nor in this dark room of void,
but a luminous cloud,
enrich'd with exuberant ecstasy
of estrang'd acoustic connections,
I always long for, and e'ery moment counts
before in thought so pure thy Word divine,
would emerge from the corner of thine eye,
full glorious sun of our common affairs,
makes beautious my nights, by day's toil more bright
such darling insights call for a day in autumn of thy book.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date: Tuesday, July 16,2013 5: 00: 12 PM

*poem revised with a couple of lines.