Chandelier Poem by Naveed Khalid

What makes thou think of eyes so blind
in the late evening?
death's toll is too high at midnight lease
of what hath passed o'er in a twilight dream,
that in largess of some thought o'er the dale,
slowly drifting away from the sand dunes;
this world of my shipwrecked dreams
against thine holy eyen at Minerva's golden brow:
where I my feet hath tread upon the mundane shell,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown to e'er melting snow,
our queen shall wear her head to play a hunch for the parade,
ere I confide thee my love of e'ery fig leaf in autumn,
fills thy most high deserts, above a sandhurst,
hear ye not what the stars in secret influence comment,
heaven-ward bent that soldier's grave unknown,
needest no art and craft of a woman that crow's quill beside.

(C) Naveed Khalid

Copy Rights (C) 2015.
All Rights Reserved.

Date Created: Friday, December 04,2015 5: 51: 21 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 11: 27 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 15: 17 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 19: 58 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 21: 32 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 32: 57 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 45: 15 PM
Friday, December 04,2015 5: 46: 49 PM