Ode To Spring Moon I Poem by Naveed Khalid

From among the tree-tops to heaven's high bower,
under the cottage-hill by the sea-ashore,
amidst autumn leaves in the mellowing year of spring;
the sun in deep azure to eyes so blind,
oft steals looks from my bed of crimson joy,
of age-old love at sunset of the evening sky,
while I stood at the door of hundred years from hence,
something fell from myrtle to e'er melting snow:
above a fire-hurst through the staircase window of the wall,
I could see a rocking chair that crow's quill beside,
many a chirping bird that sing in melodious accents I, I,
of untread places far-off upon the sand dunes this world forlorn,
that in dull hours of the night my shipwrecked dreams;
God forbid! thy gracious muse shall hide from eternals,
ah, ere that horse's hair beyond the sunrise in a nous of light,
still weaves around my head of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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