A Little Abstract Poem by Naveed Khalid

That man with a plumed hat on knees
Bent the world to this end in timeless tide,
That e'ery beginning seems but a-far-off cry;
Away from what I in ecstasy of my bride
Had a lot of slack, reign and kiss,
Not least be contend by a peace offering;
And in melting snow thy fair lamb in November,
Would gather such soft fleece from bonanza of thy dream,
That sneer of cold command in Beulah's night,
Shook off the nibbling toes of snow-white damsel:
The church bell rang at midnight waking
Before I barely knew how the birds sing, love,
You'd let another star into my ken, leave all past woes behind,
From another shore to arise, to suffer by thee alone.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, May 16,2014 4: 04: 30 PM