Children, Children Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, not least I know a skipped beat
of untamed heart and cold,
that in a nous of light,
hath weaved around my head,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown
against the bolted sky,
my shipwrecked dreams
of that man-in-the-moon:
I still behold from afar
this world in thy sovereignty alone,
that in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
oft steals looks from my bed of crimson joy.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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