Stardust Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

O! shall I e'er break free of broken threads of thought,
her nibbling toes in a phantom of chalice Wing?
e'erything seems but a far off cry,
something better to explain that corrupts the mind
ere I weave thee this world,
of boundless sea upon the strand
of still waters,
my feet half-sunk in stony ripples;
against timeless tide fills my heart with love
that by counting more in prayers in subtle reality hath ne'er existed:
of whom they say, not I, but by the sweat of thy brow,
goes blind of his own shadow
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
no dark can e'er illumine beside the oak,
the cat still purrs at the citadel
of her good old days in the cellar-barn
that bewailing night asleep
my shipwrecked dreams
unto the stars in secret influence comment,
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in my bed of crimson joy,
ages that are dead upon the sand dunes.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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